Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – I don’t get it.  Really I don’t.  The humans come into this special room, sits on what they call the throne and then what?  I don’t get it.  Is something suppose to happen in here?  Why do they sit on this thing with water in it?  I almost fell in.  Shaking my kitty head.  Signed Mystified

Dear Mystified – Well my friend I’m here to tell you the secret.  You see, I have learned from my staff here that this is *the* room.  It’s where the humans do the most thinking.  Yeah – it’s true.  Sometimes dad refers to it as the ‘library’.  My mom has even called it the powder room which is weird because I’ve never seen her with powder in there.  But take it from me, it’s *the* room of the house because when the humans come out, it’s like their steps are lighter.  Weird huh?

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Dear Bacon –   We ALL hate picture day.  Doofus here wouldn’t smile for the camera.  I was tired of being out in the hot sun on the hot pavement.  Take the picture and let’s adios peeps.  If this dog doesn’t smile soon, I’m going to let the claws of hell out and strategically place them on his derriere ever so gently.  I’m just saying!  Signed Too Hot for Pics

Dear Too Hot for Pics – Give me a second my friend.   I’m making a note to self – never take pictures with Too Hot for Pics.  Claws of Hell huh?  I think I’ve seen them here at the Hotel Thompson.  Maybe Doofus – is that his real name? – just wanted to feel your paws on his head gently massaging his temples.  Maybe he has a headache from the heat too.  Maybe he’s as tired as you are.  Here – eat Snickers.  You’re never yourself when you’re hungry 🙂

 

 

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Dear Bacon – What in the heck is my owner thinking?  Please tell me has he lost his everlasting feeble mind?  It’s not bad enough that I have to wear the Cone of Shame that can almost pick up channels from Tokyo, but he has to sit me on top of his snowboard.  Really?  Signed Rolling My Eyes Although You Can’t See

Dear Rolling My Eyes Although You Can’t See – Now would be the time to leave him something in his shoes, near the bed or in the kitchen.  You can always say you couldn’t find your litter box through your Cone of Shame.  That’s what I’m thinking.  Next thing you know, he’ll have you skates.  Oh WOW – I’m so sorry for that suggestion – snorts out of comments….

 

 

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Dear Bacon – What is up with this contraption?  I feel like it’s a booby trap of some sort and now I’m stuck in it and can’t get out.  How and why do girls wear these things.  They can’t be comfortable – not by a long shot.  Signed Tortured

Dear Tortured – I don’t know the girls wear them but if other girls are like my mom, it flies off at the end of the day almost striking anyone in the near vicinity.  I guess you can call them deadly weapons.  Be safe my friend.

 

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Dear Bacon – That pussy cat is going to wake up with one bad heck of a headache.  I was tired of him putting his paws through my front door and trying to grab at things in my house.  Don’t worry – he’s okay.  I’m just using him as a rug for a while and walking all over him for a change.  Maybe that will teach the guy to knock first.  Signed Jerry Mouse

Dear Jerry Mouse – Well I do hope that Tom Cat is okay.  He looks a little flat – what did you do take a sledgehammer to the guy?  I know if I was knocked out like that, I would definitely be showing you some respect.  Enjoy your newspaper.  I’m sure the fireworks will be blasting soon enough.

 

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REMEMBER MY FRIENDS – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue sending me your questions and letters to my email address ❤

 

Peeping Tom!?

 

  Oh my!  My sweet precious snugglebug girlfriend Nylablue sent me this email last week.  I was horrified to know that a Peeping Tom was active in the area.  Heck, I had to ask mom what a Peeping Tom was and then I was shocked.  There better not be a Peeping Tom watching my sweet purr thing.  This is what Nylalove’s email said:

“This girl I know lives on the 4th floor of an apartment and even though it is a fairly good neighborhood, she has been seeing a Peeping Tom that lives next door.  Every time she goes out on her balcony to catch a bit of sun while wearing her bikini, this Peeping Tom looks over from his balcony as soon as she removes her top and stares at her.  She has complained to the superintendent about this Peeping Tom but he says she must have positive proof before he can do a thing.  She FINALLY got a picture of him while he was staring at her.”

 

 

 

 

Mom’s Visit With Piglets

First off, mom really?  You left me at home while you went out “shopping”.  Yep, believe it my friends.  She told me she was going “shopping”.  Unbeknownst to me, she went to look at little piglets.  But, let me back up a bit.  I found all of these incriminating pictures in mom’s iPhone.  Cough – cough, daddy just happened to leave mom’s phone unsecured so I could look around in there.  I do believe daddy did that on purpose so I could see I was in the possible line of some competition.  Smart move daddy – smart move.

So mom, dad and even nana (can you believe that!) went to their friends house, Tom and Debbie, that was not too far down the road from the Hotel Thompson.  They were greeted at the car door by some curious goats.  They are so cute!  Mommy said they just wondered right up to the car to say, “Hey, whatcha doin’ here?”

It was a wonderful greeting.  Nana especially liked this white and brown one.  She kept playing with it and it would tug at her jacket.  I think if given half of a chance, nana would have brought one of them home with her!

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They were sweet things!  But daddy said they were there to see piglets.  Have you picked up on daddy kept rubbing this in to me that they (1) went to look at piglets and (2) how he threw mom up under the bus for doing so?  Do you think he’s kind of trying to tell me something?  Yeah, I thought so too.

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I have to admit that once I saw the piglets, I oohhed and aawwedd.  They were adorable!  Mommy got there in time to see a feeding. There is *nothing* like babies.  I can say that.  I used to be one 🙂 These little tykes are two weeks old.  So feisty, so cute – you just want to cuddle and play.  And, they were playing with each other!  Can you believe that?  Mommy told me that they were ‘pouncing’ at each other and rumbling around.  And mommy said she held one and she was warm, cute and loveable.

The mom, her name is Madeline.  Her humans got her when she was only FIVE days old from Douglasville, GA.  Can you believe that?  That’s her in the picture feeding her babies.  She is a miniature pot bellied pig – like me 🙂  She’s taking awesome care of her little babies.

The daddy, RJ (Romeo Junior), is a Tea Cup and he is smaller than Madeline.  They got RJ from Dry Ridge, Kentucky.  Can you believe that they um how do I say this nicely – insert chickabow chickabow bow wow – when RJ was two months old?  They are such a cute couple.  Can’t you just hear Barry White singing in the back ground? snorts.

Tom and Debbie are selling these precious little piglets.  If you are interested in them, send me an email at Baconthompson@gmail.com and I’ll put you in touch with Debbie.  Hopefully, they will have their website up and going soon and I will also post it for everyone to look at.

And, I know you are asking yourself if mommy brought me home a brother or a sister.  Mommy was awfully tempted.  Heck if it was up to her, she would have a zoo here at the Hotel Thompson.  But, they didn’t bring one home.  Daddy said that mommy’s biological clock was ticking – tick tock tick tock – (personally I think it was a bomb ticking), but she didn’t cave.  I am still the one and only here at the Hotel Thompson.  I mean, I am just a *little* spoiled here.  If mommy gets another baby, then I can’t be the baby, right?

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon,

My human thought she would bring me to work today.  As you can tell, neither one of us got a lot of work done.  Well, my mom didn’t.  I did because her desk was the most frequented visited cubicle that day.  I wonder why?  Signed Shrimp

Dear Shrimp,

Smiles and wipes piggy eyes.  Aren’t you just the most adorable, cutest little thing I’ve seen in a while.  I just want to rub that little belly of yours.  You must have really been tired little guy.  Maybe you should do more visits to work with mommy.  I think in no time you would have all of her co-workers wrapped around your little paws!

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Dear Bacon,

I know we are suppose to be enemies but we’re not.  We are buds.  He watches my back and I watch his.  We have the most interesting conversations at our house.  Why can’t we all just get along in the world like us?  Signed Tom and Jerry

Dear Tom and Jerry,

Ya’ll have a great point.  We *should* all just get along in this world.  There shouldn’t be anything saying that we can’t because of one thing or another.  Ya’ll are setting the best example – keep up the great work my friends!

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Dear Bacon,

I was this close to freedom before they caught me and put me back in lockdown.  I could taste freedom and it tasted pretty darn good.  Any suggestions for next time?  Signed Stretch

Dear Stretch,

I have to laugh buddy.  They say your kind is slow and not full of spunk but I think *they* are wrong.  You show the tenacity in making the ‘great escape’.  You were so close – how you got that far up on the fence is beyond me but way to go my friend.  Next time though, might I suggest just watching out for the gate to open.  It might be a safer way for your taste of freedom.

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Dear Bacon,

What?  Haven’t you ever seen a bird wearing a hoodie before?  It gets cold.  I don’t have a ‘fur coat’ like you do.  My feathers only provide so much for warmth.  I think it’s a great idea.  We should all have one, you think?  Signed Fun Times

Dear Fun Times,

I think it’s great!  You look warm, festive and ready to go meet the world in that hoodie.  I say don’t worry about what anyone else might think.  As long as you are warm and comfy, who cares!

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Dear Bacon,

I need help.  I know you have Bashful.  Bashful is like a happening international traveling pet rock.  My owner, he just keeps me in a cage and feeds me.  I don’t get that life of first class traveling or anything.  Any suggestions- can you help me out?  Signed Bug

Dear Bug,

I am so sorry little guy.  Your owner must not have gotten the parenting guide like I did with Bashful.  You have to have exercise.  Your owner needs to walk you or at least put a hamster wheel in your cage for exercise.  Does he take you out for social time, watching television?  Heck, if anything else, you need a friend.  You give him my number, I’ll email it back to you.  I’ll talk to him and see what we can come up with my friend.

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Remember Anipals – if you have a problem or a question, please send it to me with a picture at baconthompson@gmail.com

 

Can I Get a Little Help Please

This poster is driving me CRAZY and trust me some days it is a very short trip!  I can find that crazy cat Tom but I absolutely can not find that small little mouse called Jerry.  Can you help me out?  Can you find him and point me in the right direction?  Mom and dad are even going crazy with this picture.  I know he’s in there somewhere!