It’s been one hell of a week I’ll grant you that. Sorry my loyal readers for not reaching out to you earlier. It does seem like events occur by luck or fate, in terms of threes. This past week was no exception. Remember the Clint Eastwood Spaghetti western, The Good the Bad and the Ugly? This would be entitled, Bad, Good and Sad.
Tag Archives: Pets
Talking Animals?
I believe that animals do talk in their own way. That’s been my philosophy for as long as I can remember. Last night I watched Nova on my local PBS station that dealt with that very topic, “Can Dogs Talk?”
Happy Birthday
It’s Tommy, Master Jerry’s cat. He’s been acting strangely this past couple days telling me it’s my birthday. I’m not sure what that is but he gave me a toy mouse with this wonderful smelling substance that makes me feel so good.
Oh Deer!
I’m watching Master Jerry eat his morning breakfast: toast, oatmeal, and coffee. I’m a cat I don’t care for any of that stuff. Why doesn’t he eat what I like? You know chicken flavored kibbles and canned tuna straight out of the can, which is quite tasty, though a bit boring. That’s why I like to hunt mice, flies, birds, and anything else I can pounce on and sink my highly sharpened claws.
Tommy Boy
“Meow, I’m Tommy the kitten abandoned by an evil human family and now living with this wonderful human named Master Jerry. He’s really old and don’t walk very well, and his left arm and hand can’t pet me like the other one can.”
Tommy’s First Month: A New Beginning in His Forever Home
As I mentioned through the point of view of my parrot, Elsa, Tommy was a bountiful ball of energy and curiosity. He had to check everything out. One month later, he’s still checking everything out.
Not Another One!
Elsa here. You know the Amazon parrot master Jerry is so enamored over? Anyway, he did it again. The third time in three years he goes and gets himself a cat! A cat! C-A-T! Crazy right?
Eight Lives Short
One evening Ms. Coyote told her worthless husband, Wile E Coyote, “I’m hungry!” She was pregnant with her tenth litter, due any day now.
“Yes dear, rabbit, quail, or…” He purposefully left it hanging for her to decide.
“Cat, a nice, domesticated cat,” she replied, her opened jaw salivating with craving. “Your babies wants a cat to feed on. They are so tasty.”
Have You Seen Master
Cosmo here again. I have waited for him to come home these past three days and nights. Master, he up and disappeared. POOF! Gone and I have no idea where he went to. I did noticed that he took that big blue box with him. I observed him placing his garments inside.
What Do We Do Now
Cosmo here. Master has been home all week, and I don’t understand why. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed having him home so I can come and go into our home as I please. He continues giving me loves and food, which I require all the time.
Jerry Schellhammer 