Mom Get Your Beaver Off the Table

Oh dear friends.  This is exactly what I overheard daddy telling mommy.  “Get your beaver off the table.”  Then, I went and looked at mom’s pictures on her phone and find her beaver on the table!  I was shocked.  I was in awe.  I was almost piggy mortified.

But as I do sometimes, I get ahead of myself.  You see when mom/dad met up with Shoko and Kali’s parents in Alabama, they exchanged gifts.  One of the gifts was this beaver – and don’t worry Shoko and Kali’s mom has a matching one.  Snorts – astonishing I know!  Those two brought their matching beavers drinking and out to a restaurant!  Can you imagine what everyone thought when they put them on the table?

And mom’s little beaver was drinking.  There goes any sanity that might have been thought about that night.  And then… they named their beavers.  Rolls piggy eyes.  I guess if men can name their toys, girls can too.  Snorts with laughter.

Mom named hers Billy.  That sounds like a good old southern name doesn’t it?  Well – oinks – you know there has to be a story behind that name.  You see for the longest time mom/dad watched this television show called Billy the Exterminator.  Billy was one of the main guys on the show along with his mom, dad and brother.  In their business, they would go to houses and make unwanted animals go away like roaches, snakes, mice, squirrels, etc.  One time, his mom called Billy for a job on removing some beavers.  She gave him the information and told him, “Billy, go get that beaver.”  Now, there is just something so wrong with a mom telling her son, “Go get that beaver”.  Shakes piggy head in amusement.  Maybe it was the way she said it?  I’m not sure.  But it was so funny that daddy fell off the couch laughing.

So today my friends, I leave you with this cute little beaver I found on the internet.  Have a great Monday!

And P.S.  Thank you so much my friends Jean and Bill (Kali and Shoko’s parents) for the beaver.  This little guy has gotten around into a lot of places – don’t worry the camera has followed him – snorts.

 

Paw Time with Houdini

 I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It!  Come on my friends – you know the words to Katy Perry’s song.

I kissed a girl and I liked it,
the taste of her cherry chapstick.
I kissed a girl just to try it…
It felt so wrong,
it felt so right.
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.
I kissed a girl and I liked it (I liked it).

Barks!  Mouse Girl can protest all she wants.  I know there is something there.  She is my little cougar.  My little purr thing.  My fuzzy wuzzy.  See, pet names.  That means business.  She has them for me too.  She calls me her mutt.  Her dumb dog.  The bother.  aaww – see I told you she loves me.

It all started out innocent.  She was asleep dreaming… of course of me.  I walked over to her and she woke up kissing me!  Proof is in the picture my friends – she has the HOTS for me.

Fortunately Bacon was with mom on the other couch and he caught the picture in mid-stream like the paparazzi.  Way to go bro!

Then we heard the clicks and saw the flash of the camera.  It took us both by surprise. You know what happens when you are taken by surprise and you get ‘caught’ doing something forbidden, we both jumped back a little.  You can tell that from the picture that was taken right after our kiss.

And don’t get me wrong.  I’m not trying to kiss and tell.  I’m trying to let the world know – I’m in ❤ with Mouse Girl.  And she loves me too.  She’s just not ready to admit it yet.  But you can tell too, right my friends?  And if these two pictures don’t prove it, Look at this one:

See that’s both of us together sleeping with our arms and heads entwined.  There you go.  Now you see?  That’s my belly up front, Mouse Girl is behind me.  And mom/dad are right in calling her OMG — case I think I’ve called her that several times, “Oh Mouse Girl!”

 

 

 

Words from Mouse Girl

 Purrs – Mouse Girl here from the Hotel Thompson.  I just want to set something straight before the dog and pig get this out there into internet world.  No – hiss.  I am not in love with the mutt.  I know he talks about me on his Paw Time with Houdini.  I know the pig gets involved with his happy picture taking self every time we get together.  Admit it Bacon – you are always looking for the next scoop here.  You’re too much.  And before you spread the news with the picture, I’m going to beat you to it.

I’m not in love with this dog.  It is NOT what it looks like.  Not at all.  You see, I had something in my eye.  Yeah.  That’s what it was.  The dog has the smallest paws so he was helping me.  He was close.  I couldn’t ask the pig.  His hooves are huge…. okay maybe not huge but hard to get one of my gorgeous strands of hair out of my beautiful eyes.  The tyke volunteered.

 Can you believe Bacon and Hemi had the nerve to call me a COUGAR?  The shame of those two.  Exploiting innocence.  And then Bacon had the nerve to snap a picture.  I actually heard that pig on the phone with National Enquirer trying to sell this purely innocent picture.  So before he brings in the big bucks claiming forbidden love, I wanted to nip it in the bud.  It was all innocent.

Houdini and me did not kiss.  We did not snuggle.  We did not whisper undying love into each other’s ears.  Nope.  Not at all.

 

We Need to Talk About Privacy

Can’t a pig here at the Hotel Thompson take a nap in privacy?  I mean, really – I was drooling and having little piggy dreams in this picture.  Mom is getting worse than the Hollywood paparazzi with that camera of hers. 

There has to be a line drawn somewhere… a house rule of sorts at the Hotel Thompson.  You know like no pictures of the pig that are unflattering or drooling.  What if Miss Piggy sees it? That’s cutting in on my future love life.  What if mom decides to make a book and put that picture in there?  Oh thud snort no. 

 

I wonder how mom would feel if I take a picture of her sleeping or when she first gets up with no make up and bed head?  Hey, there you go – that’s going to be my come back when I speak with her.  No wait, maybe just take the picture and show it to her.  Perhaps that will change her mind – evil snort PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).

 

Crime Scene Photographs

All I can say is that my mom works with a bunch of sickos.  They thought this shirt was funny.  Yes it might be in a way if I wasn’t on there!

 

 

LOL