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Barks with puppy laughter. I bet that picture took you off guard.
Not that I’m eating from a bowl in dad’s hands – nope. Not that what I’m eating looks like popcorn – nope. I mean heck there’s even my little dog in that picture – nope. I bet that picture took you off guard because… wait for it… I’m naked!
That’s right – no clothes – what the cream cheese! Mom was taking naked pictures of me. Can you believe that? I will be ruined. This picture will now be all over the internet. My silver is showing. What is that woman trying to do to my reputation.
Until I can get this straightened up, please forgive me my friends. I need to find a way now to erase this from computer land and the internet. I gotta a lot of work to do. Hope you have a fantastic weekend. I leave you now with Jokes with Daddy. Enjoy!
Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this series!
Name: We wrote a haiku about ourselves! Charlee and Chaplin
Two-toned cats in black and white
The Hipster Kitties
Age: Charlee: We are exactly fifteen weeks old as of June 7th.
Chaplin: Yes, we’re still babies.
Charlee: Which I think means that nothing we do goes on our permanent records.
Chaplin: Yes, that’s right, Charlee. I looked it up.
Location: Charlee: The San Diego area.
Chaplin: I thought it was Oceanside.
Charlee: Same thing.
Chaplin: Oh, okay.
Web/Blog Page: Charlee: We wrote a free verse about it!
You can find us on Dennis’s Diary of Destruction
Which is at http://www.dennisthevizsla.com.
Although we should confess
That we haven’t seen Dennis destroy anything
Except for some scattered papers
That probably had it coming.
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Chaplin: It was when we were being kept in a big crate in the foster care office at the shelter.
Charlee: We were very young and very small.
Chaplin: They kept wanting to hold us.
Charlee: I think my first thought was, “Put me down.”
Chaplin: My first thought was “Why are these people recording our meows? Is it because they know we’re a great poetry team?”
Charlee: Later, of course, we found out it was because they were playing the meows back for Dennis at his meal times, to prepare him for our arrival.
Chaplin: I don’t think he appreciated the poems.
Charlee: I think he appreciated the meals, though.
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? Chaplin: Probably when they put up not one cat tree for us, but two cat trees.
Charlee: And a cat hammock with a scratching post!
Chaplin: You don’t commit to that kind of infrastructure for kittens who aren’t sticking around.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? Chaplin: Probably when I let Dennis start sniffing me. Once you have dog breath all over you, I’m told, you can never get elected Cat President.
Charlee: Being Cat President is overrated.
Chaplin: How do you know that?
Charlee: Next question please.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? Chaplin: Totally mom, because she likes to lie on the couch under a fleecy blanket and I like to make biscuits on the fleecy blanket, so I spend a lot of time on her lap purring and kneading dough.
Charlee: Totally dad. And I didn’t even have to do anything, either, except have a mustache.
Chaplin: You do things. I’ve seen you purring and rolling around on your back asking for belly scratches.
Charlee: That’s so he can see that my mustache looks like a three-leaf clover when I’m upside-down. Extra cuteness points.
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? Charlee: Mom and dad think we’re just hipster poet kittens, but we’re really hipster poet performance artist kittens.
Chaplin: We keep doing interpretive dance for them, but they don’t get it.
Charlee: Yes, they just think we’re just wrestling.
Chaplin: We wrote a limerick about it.
There once were two cats who were dancing,
Pirouetting and mewing and prancing.
The humans kept saying,
“Oh how cute, they’re playing!”
And missed all the choreographing.
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
June 21st is the official day of Summer – that’s tomorrow.
Yay for Summer being here – boo for the heat. No one likes the heat. Heat is bad. Momma says its swimsuit season. Heck it should be because too much clothes and you would burn up! Thank goodness the Hotel Thompson has air conditioning.
I guess some of my pig friends have the right way in life. Pull up a chair, crawl in and take a siesta outside in nature. It is one way to get a little sun on your skin. Me, I’d rather stay inside surrounded by air… cool air that is.
But with the heat, you also get some amazing munchies… like strawberries. My friend here has the right ideal. Get a bowl of those delicious berries, settle up to it and have your own eating competition. Doesn’t he look like he’s grinning there because he’s so happy? snorts
For some reason, I’m craving strawberries now. I wonder why?
Whatever you decide to do tomorrow to kick off Summer, enjoy it and have a safe day my friends.
Dear Bacon – It’s so hot! I mean really HOT. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t even have the stamina to look for nuts. I can’t even move from this limb. Can you help a squirrel out? Signed Hot in Atlanta
Dear Hot in Atlanta – I feel for you my friend. It is so H.O.T. here in Atlanta. I moved from my bedroom to the living room and was almost sweating. I need winter back. Come on over to the Hotel Thompson. You can crash with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel in his air conditioned treehouse in the backyard.
Dear Bacon – There is always that *one* family member that you just roll your eyes. This is us trying to take a serious family picture for our dad for Father’s Day. Do you see how well that worked out? Stupid on the end has to make faces. What to do my friend? Signed Classy
Dear Classy – Snorts. You know your dad might just appreciate that look on your siblings face. I mean if he is the family clown – him looking serious might not be a fun picture. I say go for it my friends. It’s better to laugh than cry!
Dear Bacon – Rosie was having a bad day so I offered her a shoulder to cry on to get past her woes. That was three hours and now she is asleep. I don’t dare wake her but my shoulder – I can’t feel it anymore. It’s past the tingling stage. It’s now at the do-I-even-have-an-arm-there-anymore stage. Have you ever been stuck like this? Signed Big Brother
Dear Big Brother – You are the man my friend. That was so thoughtful of you to have a leaning shoulder not only to cry on but to sleep on. Of course, you can’t wake her. After what she has been through – whatever that might be – a leaning shoulder from big brother will make all of the bad go away. I’ve done it a time or two with Mouse Girl. Awesome job my friend!
Dear Bacon – There I was my fellow pig. Eating my carrots and minding my own business. That’s when it happened. I heard the refrigerator door open. You know that sound, right? The sound of freedom. The sound that says the store is open. Squeals! There’s so many good things in that cold box. Don’t you feel the same? I couldn’t help but suck in air and squeal. I wanna go shopping in that place! What about you? Signed Bandit
Dear Bandit – I feel you my fellow pig and squealer. I love that huge cold box. It has such mysteries of delights stored in it – from cold stuff to frozen stuff. Once I opened the freezer and was sucking on ice cubes when mom busted me. Why ice cubes? Why not. They tasted so delicious and were so cold in my piggy tummy! Let me know if you get to go shopping in there.
What can I say? Sometimes this sweet Bacon has an alternative side that comes out that mom refers to as deviled ham. I know – those days are tough. Last night, we went to a local carnival. Mom called before hand to ask if I could go. They were all for it. Me, mom and dad went and was having a really good time. I’ve never been petted so much in my entire life! Things got a little carried away though towards the end and deviled ham came out. Shuffles hooves and puts head down – it happened and I can’t take it back. So you know when we got back to the Hotel Thompson, I had to serve time for the crime. Here’s a text between me and mom. My texts are in blue and moms are in gray. Enjoy my friends.