Happy Birthday Hemi

This post goes out to my brother Hemingway – Hemi for short. He is a lot of things here at the Hotel Thompson.

He is my brother.

He is my friend.

He is the master cat.

He is mom/dads oldest.

I talk about him a lot here on my blog. Mostly about him using his ginormous paw to slap me on the rump – snorts. But really, today is his birthday. Today he turns the big 14 years young. Happy birthday Hemi.

And just remember Hemi, with your age – snorts –

you might want to cut back on spanking this oinker.

Just sayin’

PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud!)

 

Happy Birthday Hemi

This post goes out to my brother Hemingway – Hemi for short. He is a lot of things here at the Hotel Thompson.

He is my brother.

He is my friend.

He is the master cat.

He is mom/dads oldest.

I talk about him a lot here on my blog. Mostly about him using his ginormous paw to slap me on the rump – snorts. But really, today is his birthday. Today he turns the big 13 years old. Happy birthday Hemi.

And just remember Hemi, with your age – snorts –

you might want to cut back on spanking this oinker.

Just sayin’

PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud!)

Oh friends, did you know that mommy/daddy adopted Hemi and his brother Tybee when they were three weeks old?  They barely had their eyes open and had just started walking – I guess you could say that was walking.  Their little tails were like a piece of yarn – 🙂  They had gotten picked up by Animal Control and taken to the shelter.  Mom and dad saved them both and brought them home.  They are such softies when it comes to us four legged animals, you know 🙂

 

 

And special thank you to Phenny across the pond who sent me and my brother Houdini some birthday goodies.  We are sending you lots of meow’s, hogs and snout kisses ❤

 

Happy Birthday Hemi

This post goes out to my brother Hemingway – Hemi for short. He is a lot of things here at the Hotel Thompson.

He is my brother.

He is my friend.

He is the master cat.

He is mom/dads oldest.

I talk about him a lot here on my blog. Mostly about him using his ginormous paw to slap me on the rump – snorts. But really, today is his birthday. Today he turns the big 12 years old. Happy birthday Hemi.

And just remember Hemi, with your age – snorts –

you might want to cut back on spanking this oinker.

Just sayin’

PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud!)

Oh friends, did you know that mommy/daddy adopted Hemi and his brother Tybee when they were three weeks old?  They barely had their eyes open and had just started walking – I guess you could say that was walking.  Their little tails were like a piece of yarn – 🙂  They had gotten picked up by Animal Control and taken to the shelter.  Mom and dad saved them both and brought them home.  They are such softies when it comes to us four legged animals, you know 🙂

 

You Snooze You Lose Little Pig

Evil purrs and meows friends – the little oinker left his blog page up again so here I am.  The King of the Hotel Thompson.  The one in charge.  The one that rocks this Hotel and keeps everyone in their place.  Sir Hemi – you may call me your majesty – purrs.

The little pig left his administrative page up so I thought I would have a little fun with him and mom. It seems these days, if you find mom here, you find the pig and vice versa.  In fact, some days the pig is worse than the dog and sticks to mom like glue.  You should see him following her around our humble abode snorting and oinking like he’s in charge.  It’s utterly ridiculous.  Us cats are regal and would never humble ourselves to that kind of activity.

But since mom and the pig are inseparable – rolls kitty eyes – I thought I would have fun with them.  I turned mommy into a piggy and Bacon into well – moi.  I love the changes – what about you?  Maybe this will teach the oinker from not leaving his blog up and unattended 🙂

    

 

Happy Birthday Hemi

This post goes out to my brother Hemingway – Hemi for short. He is a lot of things here at the Hotel Thompson.

He is my brother.

He is my friend.

He is the master cat.

He is mom/dads oldest.

I talk about him a lot here on my blog. Mostly about him using his ginormous paw to slap me on the rump – snorts. But really, today is his birthday. Today he turns the big 11 years young. Happy birthday Hemi.

And just remember Hemi, with your age – snorts –

you might want to cut back on spanking this oinker.

Just sayin’

PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud!)

Oh and P.S. my friends – here is example A of Hemi’s ginormous paw.  See what I mean.  It’s HUGE.  Brings new meaning to Talk to the Paw Huh?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

Open Apology to Mom

Okay all of us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson are writing this to mom as an open apology for our misbehavior this morning.  We apologize and will try very hard not to let it happen again.  Really.  We will.  So let us explain our behavior my friends.

First up.  Mom is not a morning person.  Not at all.  We are talking zombie before coffee – no coffee no talkie.  Well this morning, rolls piggy eyes and looks innocent, someone set the alarm to zero five hundred dark in the woods time to get up… something about trying to be the first to check in with cousin Sammy’s Tuesday Teaser. (And no I wasn’t first – darn it and shuffles hooves).  Well after I checked in, I went back to sleep in the big bed – see me here in the picture.  Mom was not amused.  She got up, went to the bathroom, mumbled about who in their right mind would change the alarm clock and then went back to bed for a few minutes.  Unfortunately that’s when she fell asleep and that’s bad.  Bad because today is a worky day and she has to go that worky place.  And the alarm clock already went off.  This is not good.

A couple of hours later, mom wakes up because Hemi is rolling around on her side.  That’s when she notices that it is awfully lit inside of the room.  She sits up and oh.my.gosh.it’s.a.run.for.your.money because it’s almost 8:00AM.  What the cream cheese?  What happened?  I know – I know – “someone set the alarm to zero five hundred dark in the woods time to get up”.  

She jumps out of bed, tells daddy she’s running late and starts the marathon.  But of course we are all standing there looking at her like, “Hey, remember us?”  You know that pitiful look of we have never eaten before and are starving – snorts.  And did you know there is a reason why we anipals get up in shifts in the morning for feeding.  You see, I need to eat first.  It’s just the way it is.  Once you satisfy my rumbling belly with my piggy chow and Cheerio’s, I’ll go back to sleep.  Then there is Houdini that gets fed.  If you don’t feed him by himself and watch, the purr things try to eat his food.  And then lastly, it’s the purr things.  We all like the purr things food – snorts. Try feeding us all at one time – snorts with piggy laughter.  Let’s just say that it didn’t go too well and mom still had not had any coffee.

And then there was the incident with the front room carpet mat near the entrance.  Someone was caught gnawing on it like it was a puppy treat – not mentioning any names little guy.  There’s now a hole in it and mommy might have blown a gasket because of that…. or maybe it was because I butted my head through the baby gate into the kitchen and ate some of the purr things food?… or maybe it was the purr thing Hemi chasing Houdini around the house knocking over the water dish?  I’m not really sure what exactly it was that threw mommy over the edge this morning but I think she sure was glad to go to the worky place this morning.  Sorry mom.

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – One good thing about having small humans around the house, they have the neatest toys.  Take for instance this cute little rocking chair.  Of course, the little human has it for her so called dolls but I fit perfect in it.  And you know what they say, “If it fits, you must sits”.  Barks!  Do you sit in chairs?  Signed Rocker Doggy

Dear Rocker Doggy – That is totally cute pal.  I have been known to sit in chairs.  And don’t let humans fool you.  Us piggies we can climb.  I once climbed the kitchen chair to get in the seat.  Of course, I had an extra motive to do so.  There was a bag of kitty chow in it and I wanted some food – snorts.  So yeah little buddy, I have sat in a chair but I looked nothing as adorable as you!

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Dear Bacon – There is *always* that one friend of yours that does not know the word boundaries.  Here I was acting all cute and the master was going to take my picture.  It’s not bad enough that darn pooch photo bombed me but he has to hug me and lick me… eeww doggie cooties at its finest.  Now I’m infected with dog gross.  This is going to require many, MANY hours of grooming.  Please make him stop and go away.  Hey, I got an idea.  Can I mail him to you?  You already have a semi-zoo going on there at the Hotel Thompson.  They wouldn’t notice one more, would they?  Signed Kitty Cooties

Dear Kitty Cooties – Oh dear piggy heavens.  That is one hilarious picture.  Just remember my friend, I’m not laughing AT you.  Not at all.  I’m laughing at the situation.  It seems to me that you got a great pal there with that doggy.  Have you thought about that?  I bet he is so protective of you that it isn’t funny.  Just think that this could be productive and come in handy in the future of anyone picking on you.  He could lick them and infect them with cute cooties.  And hey, the zoo is now full here.  Daddy has said so.  There are more anipals than humans and we rule the roost… we just let daddy think that he does – snorts and good luck!

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Dear Bacon –  It is gotten bad that a bun-bun has to do their own shopping now out in the neighborhood.  That’s okay though.  I take my little buggy and I hit the nearest garden for my collecting of tasty carrots.  They are so delicious!  I get enough to fill the buggy, go back home and hide them in my cage.  Hey – it’s what I do.  Do you like carrots too?  Signed Shopping Bun

Dear Shopping Bun – Do I like carrots?  That’s like saying, “Do you like to breathe?”  I absolutely ❤ carrots.  They are one of my favorite veggies in the entire world.  I snack on them throughout the day – small ones, big ones, orange ones, yellow ones – all of them are tasty to me.  And hey, if you are shopping on your own in the neighborhood gardens, just think of the other tasty morsels you can find too.  If you come across watermelon, let me know.  That’s my number 2 favorite food 🙂  Happy shopping!

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Dear Bacon – Say it with me now when I hit the key, “mmmm”.  I’m practicing the Meow Mix song so I can be in the next commercial.  Do you think I have a chance?  Signed Kitty Tune

Dear Kitty Tune – I say go for it my friend.  What do you have to lose?  I say if that doesn’t work out for you, try America’s Got Talent or American Idol.  And if they don’t work out remember this.  YOU are always a winner in my book.  Look at you tickling those ivories.  You go play my friend and have a blast doing it.

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FRIENDS – Please remember that Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please email me your pictures and letters 🙂

 

So That’s What Happened?

 

Hemi Here

 Hemi here peeps in blogville from the Hotel Thompson. Just wanted to chat with everyone for a minute.  There’s lots of stuff going on here at the Hotel – I mean LOTS.  And let me add that I know this is Bacon’s blog.  But Houdini gets his shots on Fridays and I heard that Oh Mouse Girl even got to post something last week.  Well, you know what they say about saving the best for last – meow!  So here I am.

First off.  Don’t believe everything the pig says about me.  Look at my picture.  Do I really look like the purr thing that would start something, finish it and leave a print on his butt?  Poo – of course I wouldn’t.  I’m as gentle as… well a pussy cat.  I wouldn’t hurt a fly… maybe take his wings off and play with him a bit.  That’s all.  Nothing major.

Second off.  I wouldn’t believe everything you read from Oh Mouse Girl about her relationship with the little guy Houdini. The that protests too much is usually guilty.  I’m just saying.  You haven’t seen some of the things that she does with the excuse of, “Something was in my eye.”  That excuse only goes so far in certain situations.  Really it does.

Third off.  Houdini.  Shakes head.  That tyke has more energy than the Duracell bunny at times.  He is non-stop go-go-go.  He is like a roller coaster that continually rides all day long.  He keeps us all young here with his antics.  And what you might have read about me taunting him – of course not.  Would I do that?  Nah!

And for those that have asked, does this look like the ginormous paw you have read about from everyone.  It’s not that huge at all.  No way!  I’ve seen bigger.  Does it look like the paw that would slap the pig’s butt?  Push Oh Mouse Girl around the Hotel Thompson?  Hold Houdini’s head so he can’t get me.  Of course not.

It’s a paw of love.  A mitten if you will of loyalty.  A gentle shake or touch of the face.  Nothing more.  It could never be used in combat.

So there you go peeps.  A little word for Master Hemi here at the Hotel Thompson.  I hope I’ve been able to set some things straight about what you have heard.

 

 

 

 

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!”