Tag: Questions

We Have a Question…

Categories Cats, fall, Hemingway and Steinbeck21 Comments on We Have a Question…

I tried explaining to Steinbeck about the leaves changing colors this time of year.

He never told me why they do it!

Anyway, I told him it was all part of nature and there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, I’m part of nature so why can’t I change my color?

Remember people……….I have to live with him.  Anyway, Mom took a picture of a tree by us that has leaves who have decided they no longer want to be green.  Steinbeck hasn’t personally seen this tree, but he did look at the picture.

 

I figured I could change our colors, too.  Wouldn’t it be cool if I turned green in the fall and Hemingway turned red?  I was hitting buttons on the computer and suddenly this happened:

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It’s kind of like putting on colored glasses, Steinbeck.  I think I still look very regal in shades of red.  You, however, look a little sickly.  I think we should stick to our own colors and not try to change like the leaves do.

But nobody has explained to me just why the leaves aren’t happy staying green.  I think green is  a pretty color.  Of course compared to GINGER, it really pales in comparison  MOL!

What Did I Miss???

Categories Cats, Steinbeck11 Comments on What Did I Miss???

So, after supper tonight I was looking over Mom’s shoulder and reading our blog.  I was wondering why Hemingway got to go on a field trip and I didn’t.  Then I read what happened!  OMC!!!!

 I just visited the doctor lady not too long ago ‘cuz I had a problem with my “pants”.  Do you know how humiliating that was??  I couldn’t even talk about it.  

And they did that “manny” “petty” thing on me, too!  He didn’t lose all his claws, he just had them cut shorter.  Why does our Mom want us to have short nails?  Is it just ‘cuz she can’t seem to grow her nails long so she doesn’t want to be jealous of us?  If I promise to always hide them around you, Mom……..will you let me grow them long again?  (Can’t say no if I don’t ask. )

When Hemingway came home last night, I wondered where he had been.  He had different smells and he wasn’t talking.  At first I thought maybe he had gone to visit some of our blogging friends.  However, the more I sniffed him, the more I recognized the doctor lady’s house smells.  I was real nice to him last night and let him recover.

Mom says he has to have his toofie worked on and that they will put him out for it.  Does that mean they will put him outside?  Why can’t he just go outside here?  She said he’ll be gone all day.  That’s a long time for him to be away.  How am I going to survive by myself?

Will I have to eat his food so his dish doesn’t get lonely?

Will I have to drag out all his favorite toys?

Will I have to try out all the litter boxes?  Wait……….I already do that!  Cross that off my list.

Will I have to do the blog by myself again?

This is just too much for my little brain.  I need a nap!

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