There be dragons, Harry Potter!

What happened to Christmas and didn't I hear somebody saying something about a new year?  That's probably old news by now.  Ha!

I was going to write a few weeks ago.  Really.

Snort.

So you don't believe that, either?

Neither do I.

Ok.  Try this.  I was going to write about Lance.  You know who I'm talking about.  I was to going to write but then everybody said it all before I got a round tuit.

Hee Hee.

It just gets better and better.

So we brought in a new year and I went to Disney World!  Now that's more like it.  Me, Hubby, and a gazillion college-age kids from Brazil.  We also visited Universal and the Wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter.    Evil Twin has a crush on Draco Malfoy and likes to poke fun at Hermione.   I nearly fed her to the dragon.

What?

Oh, you mean the dragon on the ride wasn't real?

Hum....

This one was real, though.  He looks rather relaxed, doesn't he?

 Snoozing Komodo at Animal Kingdom

The cat did not approve of us leaving him.  He scolded us all evening the day we returned.  I think someone told him we were visiting mice and would bring him a snack.  Sigh.  That would be Evil Twin.  I told her in no uncertain terms were we feeding Mickey or Minnie to the cat.

I guess it's time to settle into this new year and do great things.  Just one day at a time, right?

Furry Festivities

Purrs.  Hi!  I'm back with an update from this insane existence with the worse humans in the entire world. 







They put up this stick with green itchy stuff and threatened me with scalping if I go near it.  This thing is disturbing.  I've never seen anything like it before.

Ahem, Oreo, it's a Christmas tree and it was put up last year, too.

What?  Really?  I don't remember that.  Anyway, the other day I jumped on it's root and it's cover fell off making all sorts of racket and little toys crashed to the ground.  I went upstairs to think about my next step in its destruction.

You silly thing. You jumped on the table and the tree tickled you.  You were scared poopless and when you jumped down, you pulled the tree skirt with you and several ornaments fell on the floor.  The humans said you ran away like a scaredy cat.  They were sorry that they placed their tree on the table that once contained your sleeping tray.

My magic food bowl broke.  Now I have to rely on the female upright beast with opposable thumbs to dispense my food.  She's not very automatic.  I have to wake her with my paw in the mornings to tell her that I'm starving.

Oreo, your paw is about to get you ousted from the warm bed.

I'm too cute and furry.  I'll never be ousted.  Hee Hee.

At least my furry friends have a tree this year (and I can still get to my window spot):

And I can see this from one of my thrones.  It looks like my squirrel friends may have conspired and assembled this crazy menagerie:

The female says that it never snows around here so all the snow decorations are silly.  This morning she was trying to show me what snow is.   I ignored her.  I was busy staring out the window looking at something white dusting the ground, wondering if that white stuff is edible.


Ah, I'd better sign off.  My warm lap is on it's way to the couch.  I'm ready for my long snooze.