“Here Comes Santa Claus”. Holy frosted snowballs! All those friggin’ bell noises! Set me off worse than any catnip overload I’ve ever experienced. I was freakin’ all over the living room. And The Dude just sat in his recliner and laughed at me.
Ho ho ho.
And so is The Dude. It’s been a rough couple of weeks waiting for him to recover from yet another illness. Several weeks of antibiotics and lots of bed rest and he’s up and around. I spent the majority of my time watching him while he slept. Whenever he felt good enough to get in his recliner, that was a green light for me, too. That’s our bonding time.
He must be back to his normal self. It’s been really quiet around this house. I haven’t heard any ranting or raving until this morning. Seems like I must have put on some weight. He made a crack about my belly slowing me down because it’s dragging along the floor.
I think I like him better when he was bedridden.
Happy Friday, kitties!
On this Thanksgiving Day, I am most thankful for the old curmudgeon that is “The Dude.”
Thanks for giving me a second chance.
Happy Thanksgiving, kitties!
I just discovered a maneuver that puts me back in the “cute” category. Usually when I pull this stunt, I get a little chuckle, a pet, and a treat.
Here are the basics: I happen to strut around the room wherever The Dude might be. When I know I have his complete attention, I’ll stop prancing around and while gazing into his eyes, I slowly lean towards my left and flop over like a loose boxcar off a railroad track. Boom! I just lie there on my side. Kind of like a dog’s version of “playing dead.” He’ll sit there and laugh uncontrollably.
I have now entered this into my arsenal of tricks whenever I need to get back into his good graces.
