Thursday, January 12, 2012

Life as a Cookie - Chapter Nine

Oreo Kitty, aided and abetted by Evil Twin, comments on his mundane existence with lazy humans....


What the heck?


What IS going on here?

Ahs, poor Oreo Kitty.  Reffie is sickie and she's coughing.  She didn't notice you had declared her stomach as your pillow.

Sheesh.  I'm moving to the other one.  The soft spots between his legs make a better pillow anyway.

ACHOO!  I hope I don't get sick.  I need my nose to work.  That female leaves the house and comes back smelling funny.  It makes my nose all twitchy.  It's like she's visiting other cats but I know she would never do that for she worships me as her only god.


Silly Oreo.  Reffie plays with her friend's furry beasts while her friend is away.  They are cute and cuddly just like you.....but a lot smarter.

What?  WHAT?  You'd better watch what you say there, MS. Evil, 'cause I gots claws and I know how to use them.

Things around here are crazy.  Large cases appeared and the humans put their garmins in them.  (That's "garments", Oreo. ) At least the female didn't pack one of my favorite toys, PUFFY WHITE BRA!  Hee Hee.  I hid that.  I also like SCARF.  SCARF has little snakes coming off of it.  Slobber. Slobber.  Reffie got it for Christmas.  Oh, oh!  Here it is now.  Must go play:

The humans are leaving on vacation soon.  Let's keep that on the down-low, 'K?  Reffie will be taking her GARMIN with her and going to Houston for the marathon.  That is, if she feels well enough to do it.  She's got some good meds for "the sickness" that took over her taper before the race so she's hopeful. 

Uh oh.  Reffie just gave me the stink eye for laughing.  Apparently, she IS NOT amused that she pees when she coughs...


Photo credits:  Reffie's beasts:  Reffie

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