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Thundar, the great god of bowling, came for a visit last night! I was up in Papa's office. Good thing because Mom was out like a light. She never heard a thing! Some protection she would have been.
Anyway, Charlie ended up on Papa's lap and Frankie made his way to Papa's lap too. Those boys! I was the bravest! I just stayed by his feet.
Mom said she knew a good storm was coming so she took these pictures for me before she went to bed!
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( 3.1 / 135 )You got mail? I got mail too! Addressed to me from my friend Sally in Arizona! Papa asked Mom if I was going to need my own email address now. I will have to think about that!
Mom says I could be like “Dear Abby”. I could give advise to other furkids out there....hey why limit it to furkids? Humans could use some of my insight too! This is sounding too good. “Dear Gigi”! I think I found my life calling - giving advise!
Mom says advise is cheap. Good - because I don't make any money anyway! Every time we go to the vets Papa says we need to find a job. I think maybe I just did!
COULD THIS FACE EVER STEER YOU WRONG?
NEED TO JUST MAKE A FEW NOTES....
WORKING WITH THIS PEN IS GOING TO BE HARDER THAN I THOUGHT!
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( 3 / 130 )SEEMS THE STORM FOUND OUR EXIT!
REALLY, YOU WANT US TO GET OUR FEET WET?
YOU UNDERSTAND I AM SHORTER, MY BELLY WILL GET WET TOO?
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( 3 / 128 )Rain Rain go away....I never saw so much rain before. You know what rain is right? Just like water – well make that – it is water...that falls down out of the sky. It makes everything wet...including us! If you are crazy enough to go out and potty in it...It's too much like a bath for me only without soap. We had some of it in Vegas but this Cedar rain is the real stuff! It comes down hard and is noisy about it!
You can see the rain coming. It drives right up Interstate 15 – imagine that! Mom says it will be here soon....it must know our exit!
The sky – which is really big out here...gets all dark. Sometimes there is a flash of light in the sky then CRACK!! Oh Papa! Where's Papa?! I need you Papa!
The air smells different too. Mom says it's the Cedar Trees. Makes the air smell clean. The thunder really gets loud. Mom thinks that is the best part! Papa says not to worry about the noise...it is only 'Thundar', the great god of bowling! I think he is making that up!
What's this?? Mom is trying to get us to go to the potty place. She says we only have a few minutes before everything is going to get really wet....so we all should go potty. Nope, I'm not going and she can't make me! I can water the porch rug...won't be the first time! I have support in this fight...nobody else wants to go either! You can feel the storm. And hey, I am not deaf! I can hear Thundar bowling!
I want to stay under the porch thank you very much. So does Clarice...I actually think she is scare. OH! That is mind blowing – Clarice scared? Think I should be scare? Clarice can be scared for the both of us. Josie is brainless. She is running in out and all around. Good distraction...I am trying to sneak away to pee somewhere under the cover of the porch!
Our Mom is pretty smart...she knows a trick...if you open the gate...even Clarice will run out to the bigger area...even with that trick...which worked on all of us...you cannot pee under pressure. It is not happening! I, for one, need to mull around, smell the rocks, find the perfect spot. Mom gives up and tells us we better not pee on the porch! OK a little too late to heed that advise! Hey I'm only 7 pounds, my bladder is small!
The best part of having a storm is sitting out on the porch with Mom and Papa. Mom likes the rain, the thunder and all the great smells! Nothing like a good storm she says. It all looks great from under the safety of the porch cover, all six of us piled as close to our humans as we can get! If you sit on Clarice's head she growls at you...but only until we all get settled. I think she is very happy to have someone covering her. We all have to be touching Mom or Papa....it is a rule especially during a storm.
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
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( 3 / 25 )There is a rumor going around about our house. Cats really own it. I think the cats started it. They said that they own the house and let us live here. Think Mom knows that? Do you think she know there are cats in the house?
Apparently, Frankie and Kayla are cats – Siamese. No wonder they smell different! They live with us or we live with them. Whatever! I knew there was something different about them. They jump over the gate in the kitchen – we can't do that! They can potty in the house and not get in trouble. Best of all, they get to sit on this – what did Frankie call it – a throne? It is in the living room...he says that it is a great place to survey his domain. Kayla says he may be the King...but she has all the power.
Mom always wanted a blue eyed cat. She had one when she was living back in New York. It was a really small little guy. He 'crossed over' only a few days after she got him. He was sick! Mom says that she knows now never to buy a pet from a pet store...but back then....way, way, w-a-y back in the 1960's....she didn't know. WOW – she must be really old! The little guy didn't even have a name yet. He died in her arms and she cried. She doesn't cry very often....there was the time the grand girls were here and she was laughing so hard she was crying....said she almost pee'd her pants. Bet me she won't get yelled at for doing it in the house! So that is why Mom always wanted another blue eyed cat.
Siamese are pretty darn smart too. She thinks maybe they are too smart sometimes. Like when we are getting ready to travel - the sure sign that we are going for a car ride: Papa and Mom walk back and forth from the house to the garage...about a million times. The cats disappear. It took forever to find Frankie one day....he was hiding in his litter box. I don't see what they have to complain about. They get a nice big crate with a potty box and water. I, on the other hand, get stuffed into a small crate with NO potty box!
They were here way before me. Clarice told me to watch out for Frankie. He is not mean. He just doesn't take to well to licks and humping. Can't say I blame him. Clarice loves to hump him and it just makes his hair stand up! Mom says Clarice wants to show him who the boss is....I think he knows who the boss is...Once in awhile Clarice and Frankie get to staring at each other....he makes this low growling sound...which isn't any worse than the one Clarice starts to make....that's when Mom gets the water bottle! She says they need to cool down a bit. Pretty much most of the time they tolerate each other. They just walk pass each other....and stare. We all wait to see who is going to make the first move! It's usually Mom. Mom says it is a Love-Hate thing they have going.
Josie hasn't learned what a silly slap is...but if she keeps trying to lick Frankie's face....she is going to find out right quick. Mom says he doesn't use his claws – he is just giving out a warning! I remember when I was a little one...I am a big girl now...he would come into the pen with me and sleep in my bed....he didn't let the cavalier pups - Andrea and Billy come near him...he must have liked me...recognized the fact that I was not like the others (see he is intelligent)...I could snuggle up with him. We have an understanding! I think he acts big and tough but he is a pussy cat. Hey, I made a funny! Did you get it? He is a pussy cat!
Kayla is a totally different kind of girl...thinks she is a cavalier. You can do whatever you want to her except put drops in her eye. She needs that sometimes for an allergy. Mom says (Mom always has something to say) you can get it done with three people but it's hard with only two!
I have decided to take the management role with the cats....you know they have claws don't you? I saw Mom cutting them the other day....Mom keeps telling Josie to leave the cats alone.... I think that is very good advice...she obviously hasn't seen the claws!
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
Frankie
Kayla
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