I finally got all the pets in one place for a picture. Why is Venus looking at me like I stole her soul?

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The winter pits me against my cat. This is a conversation I have almost every day with Cookie.

[I walk up to Cookie as she is scratching at my glass door.]

Me: You do not want to go out there, it’s cold.

Cookie: You’re a liar, clearly it is nice spring weather. Now, let me out.

Me: There’s nothing to hunt out there,  there’s snow on the ground.

Cookie: LAIR!! Let me out, or I’m puking on your boots.

Me: Fine, you can go out there, but I’m not letting you back inside in 20 minutes, you can just freeze.

Cookie: Whatever.

[I let her out and, sure enough, she comes back 10-15 minutes later. Despite my warning not to, I let her in.]

Cookie: Dude, warn a cat when it’s cold out there. And did you know that snow is made out of water. Well, I do now. Thanks a lot.

Me: I TOLD YOU!!

Cookie: Whatever, I’m going to go take a nap in the clean laundry. Wake me in the middle of the night, when it’s time to start fighting with the other cats and keep you up for an hour. I take particular joy in that activity.

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I am reaching back into some of my archives to finish out the year in photos. Mainly because I don’t have anything new, and I have no plans for the rest of the year.  I title this one “I am a cat, your argument is invalid.”

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I took Oreo to a dog park this weekend. This picture shows some of the mayhem involved. A note- Oreo looks a little unsure in this photo, in fact, he was trying to scout out a place for him to sniff.

People, we have a government in CRISIS. It has come to my attention that a key cabinet position has gone unfulfilled. This position is of the utmost importance,  and the weightiest of roles- to keep vermin out of the halls of power. Fourtunately, for those of us in the United States we are not effected by the egregious oversight. But our neighbors accross the pond, are IN CRSIS and need us in their time of need. I am going to tell you how I am going to help them in a moment, but, first more about this important government seat of power.

Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office.

Yes, you read that right. You may think I am making this up, but I don’t make stuff up. On Tuesdays. This exalted position was first held by a cat named Treasury Bill. Unfortunate moniker aside, he did his job so well, that he was replaced by Peter. And Peter was replaced by…well, you can look at the list yourself.

Sybil, the last cat left 10 Downing Street in 2009, reportedly to live out his retirement in the lap of luxury. But, now….NOW? There’s no one! How does this country function each and every day? I get that whole British ‘stiff upper lip’ thing and all, but this goes beyond the pale. And it is a situation that MUST be rectified.

In case you didn’t know, the Prime Minister is off cooing over his new baby. What kind of man goes off to celebrate the addition of his houseold when he knows his country is on the brink. Listen, Mr. Brown, even now as we speak the  mice are planning and plotting. It could be ANY DAY NOW. I implore you to ACT NOW!

Rumor has it that the Queen is not pleased, but sources could not confirm that before press time.

My good readers, keep the UK and its shoddy, broken government in your thoughts. They need all the support they can get.

P.S. I have a killer cat that would be perfect for job, and she might even overlook your funny accents.

P.P.S. – I have outfitted a box for the cat with plenty of airholes (don’t need PETA after me, y’all) now, just tell where to send it to?

P.P.P.S- I’m a giver.

P.P.P.P.S.- Hurry up with the address, she’s biting through the box.

Remember when I was all about my ‘Soul Bowl’? Yeah, now that I am working from home and spend most of my days sitting at my kitchen table working from my laptop, this is now my view. Awesome.

Venus has a protector.