Check it out:
Wow! Little pink noses on orange and white faces: excellent combination, don't ya think?
OK, then, for Mancat Monday, I thought I'd point out that part of being a good mancat means helpin' out around the house. You all learned a little more about my momma recently, the way she has to go to lots of boring meetings and worries about gettin' all of her work done. Well, I tried to help her out the other day by eatin' some of her meeting notes, so she didn't have to worry about that one anymore:
But I only got one corner shredded before she yelled at me and told me to stop! I have the suspicion that she wanted to have the meeting notes so she had something to complain about...
OK, then last week, as I mentioned earlier, I tried bringing her some voles to play with. Voles make excellent toys--they don't move too fast and you can take your time batting them. So I find a vole under the juniper bush and bring it to the apartment door, and again she yelled at me! I tried to show her how much fun it is:But she kept saying "Jimmy Joe--just kill the poor thing already." I don't think she understands: once you kill it, you can't play with it anymore. So finally she said she was going to let Coco out to "put the poor thing out of its misery" (what misery? we were playing). Coco always just rushes in and kills mousies and moles and voles without thinking. So Coco rushed out the door but the vole ran under Auntie Kate's door next door! So then we had nothing to play with. And then Momma was even madder at me: she said I was very bad to bring a vole down into the stairwell and into people's apartments. She doesn't seem to realize that if she just let me bring the vole into our apartment to play with in the first place, the whole thing wouldn't have happened.
Part of being a mancat is knowing that your work just isn't going to be appreciated sometimes, but loving your momma anyway.