Mom always gets excited when it’s Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Of course if she wasn’t working, she probably wouldn’t have a clue what day it was.
Sometimes she does get confused, though. I’ve heard her complaining when it’s only Tuesday and she was sure it was Thursday.
That’s just how humans are. We just have a couple of pictures to show you today. Steinbeck’s up first.
Oh boy!!!! This is one of my “glamour” shots that Mom took of me. I like all the shading she got. I also like the little freckle on my bottom lip. The other picture is one of me outside. I told Mom that pretty soon she’s not going to be able to see me ‘cuz I sorta match the deck. Good thing the angels have left powdered sugar out there!
OK…my turn now. Mom said she’s going to change my name. See, she seems to have this little problem. She claims that wherever she wants to walk, I’m there! Seriously, can I help it if she always wants to go where I’m going? I think she loves me way too much. MOL!!! Anyway, her new name for me is “Inaway”. Isn’t that silly???? Almost as silly as her wild slipper socks!
I’m not babbling. I just want my fried chicken if it’s Fried Day!!! I also want to make sure my friend Waffles gets some fried chicken, too!
Goofball! It’s not Fried Day. It’s Friday!
But Mom said she was really fried when she came home from work. She said she was super happy that it was time for the weekend and I’m pretty sure she said it was Fried Day. I still want some fried chicken….or fried catnip…..or fried tuna…..or……..
We get it. You want food!!!
Fried Food, please ‘cuz it’s Fried Day!
You don’t ever get Fried Food. You don’t even know what it is.
Mom was super excited tonight when she got home! She doesn’t have to set her alarm tomorrow morning.
Don’t worry, readers……we will make sure she gets up extra early to feed us.
Don’t you mean that you’ll wake up Mom? You’re the one who always has to try and wake her up around 4am.
Well, you walk all over her in the middle of the night purring. Anyway, after supper tonight Mom took us both outside for some brushing.
I got brave and even walked under the deck when Mom wasn’t looking! I just had to see what was under there ‘cuz Hemingway kept checking things out. Know what I found? Lots of dirt and stuff. So much for the brushing, Mom!
I hope everyone is enjoying their Friday night.
We should be dancing!!
Steinbeck, you don’t know how to dance. All you do is run around.
Well, my Friday was awful. It was the worst day ever. I can’t imagine having another Friday like this.
Oh, quit your whining!
I am not whining and I’m not going to look at you! Let me tell everyone what happened. Mom was getting ready for work and as usual, I was helping her. She wasn’t paying much attention to me and suddenly she was gone. Where was I? I was shut in her bedroom!!! I tried to get Uncle Bob’s attention but he wasn’t listening. So, I had to spend the WHOLE day in Mom’s bedroom. I didn’t have any toys, food, water or a little brother to chase. I was miserable. Mom apologized when she got home and saw what had happened. She knew something was wrong ‘cuz I wasn’t at the door to greet her. Then when she got to her bedroom, she noticed that I had pushed a few things under the door. I was just trying to let someone know I was in there!
I had a fabulous day. I could sleep anywhere. I could eat whenever. I could look out all the windows. I could play with all the toys. I was thinking maybe Mom shut you in her room as a present for me.
Don’t even think of asking for that for Christmas. Speaking of Christmas, while Mom was at work I looked outside and that white stuff was falling again. Soon the ground was all white. I couldn’t get to the camera to take a picture so I had to do it after Mom got home. This is a picture of what’s left of the snow today. It just doesn’t look right. Oh, and the batteries the humans put in the sun were damaged and the sun doesn’t work again.
So, all in all it was a terrible day.
I think it was great and you can’t tell me what to tell Mom I want for Christmas!And don’t go picking on me tonight!