And before we go any further and forget, we would like to mention that Tubby's Mom Melody has a birthday today. We don't know which one it is she's celebrating. We didn't ask, but we're figuring she's probably about sixty-elebenty-two years younger than our Jan. Happy Birthday, Miss Mom Melody!
Okay, back to the blogging kitty we'd like you to meet. Take it away, Tubby!
Welcome to Saltbush Flats. This is where I live and work. I am head of security on this outfit.
It is imperative that I keep this ranch safe from all danger that could come in from surrounding areas, so it is absolutely necessary that I go to Disneyland (abandoned neighboring ranch) every chance I get.
We all just moved to Saltbush Flats about three months ago and I am the top dog around here, um.. so to speak. But now they have moved in this cow. She is big, and not too lady-like, and chases me. It has been a time teaching her her place on the ranch. And her place is definitely not where I am, no sir. What will I ever do with a cow? especially one that will have a calf soon. Two cows to chase me, oh that can not be good.
What will they bring on this ranch next? There are rumors of chickens in the spring. What is a fellow to do?
But until then, a good nap is in order.
Ahhh, sleep. The sole purpose of life. On the piano, on the sofa, on the bathroom counter. In the doorway, in the shower, in front of the fireplace. Under the covers, on top of the freezer, in the back of the closet. Do you know any places I missed? My birthday is soon. I will turn six years old October 12 and I am hoping to host a celebratory napfest in all these dreamy new places.
When Tubby wakes up from his nap - any one of them, take your pick - he would love to have you visit. He'll even give you a guided tour of Saltbush Flats (minus the cow chase, we hope). So stop by his blog. It's called ... it's called ... it's right on the tip of Percy's tongue. Oh, yeah! Saltbush Flats.