Happy Thanksgiving !

What's-His-Name: A Legend In His Own Mind !

I'm normally not a tattletale but sometimes ya' just need to tell somebody. You-know-who comes sauntering in around 5:30 AM this morning right in the middle of a great dream. You know, one of those really good dreams where you're just about to get lucky. I mean, here's this sexy kitten with her head buried in a tuna can, completely oblivious to me and I'm slowly closing in when......

The sound of a someone fumbling with keys at the the front door interrupts my dream version of the feline hokey-pokey and what do my wondering eyes appear? What's-his name has found his way home....all by himself.

I knew he was up to something when he left last night. As soon as I smelled his "going out cologne", I figured it would be a late night. I did my usual "I'm hungry" trick and stood beside my food dish because I really never know if he'll make it back. Hey, you never know! Besides, if he gets lucky, that means that I don't get fresh food until the next afternoon.

Okay, I was happy to see him and he came home hungry which means we eat anything we can find in the refrigerator that hasn't changed colors. Man, oh man, we ate ham and cheese, fried chicken that he heated up in the microwave...all kinds of goodies!

Then, after a short time on the computer, proudly announcing he found his way home, he takes his normal pilot's seat at the helm of the recliner. I, in turn, take the copilot's position and click!.....we're laid back and ready for some television. I take a brief moment to lick my paw and when I look back, what's-his-name is in la-la land. What a wuss!

So, here we are! Every light in the house is on (as the dawn lights the windows), the TV is on CNN (yuck!) and you-know-who is in a coma. Nothing else for me to do, so I climb up on his chest and catch some zzz's myself.

I wake up later that morning and, being the faithful friend that I am, I smell what's-his-name's breath to see if he is still alive. Okay, he's breathing....so far, so good, but I'm hungry! So, I lick his face a little to wake him and what does he do? He starts yelling, calling me names and tells me I've got bad breath!

I've got bad breath? Bro, I can't begin to tell you the aroma that is coming from your mouth! Besides that, you're lucky that I brought you back to life! Okay, Okay! You weren't dying but how was I to know? Anyway, things are okay now and he's back to his grumpy old self. Life is good!

My Pictures Well, it's been a while since I've posted but last night's escapades had to be heard from my point of view.

The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales: The Wisconsin State Dept of Fish and Wildlife is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen and golfers to take extra precautions and be on the alert for bears this summer. They advise people to wear noise-producing devices such as little bells on their clothing to alert but not startle the bears unexpectedly. They also advise you to carry pepper spray in case of an encounter with a bear.

People should be able to recognize the presence of bears in an area by their droppings. Black bear droppings are smaller and contain berry residue and possibly squirrel fur. Grizzly bear droppings have little bells in them and smell like pepper spray.

A man was so lonely that he decided life would be more fun if he had a pet. So he went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy an unusual pet. After some discussion he finally bought a centipede, which came in a little white box to use for his house. He took the box home, found a good location for the box, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to the bar for a drink.

So, he asked the centipede in the box, "Would you like to go to Frank's place with me and have a beer?" But there was no answer from his new pet. This bothered him a bit, but he waited a few minutes and then asked him again, "How about going to the bar and having a drink with me?" But again there was no answer from his new friend and pet.

So he waited a few minutes more, thinking about the situation. He decided to ask him one more time, this time putting his face up against the centipede's house and shouting, "Hey, in there! Would you like to go to Frank's place and have a drink with me?" A little voice came out of the box, "I heard you the first time! I'm putting my shoes on!"

A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?" As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"

The little girl, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't think my pet python weally gives a thit."

That's it for now. More Soon!

Stray Tuned!