Cardboard Massage

Micah:  Oh, how I miss my so comfy scratching post.  It was the best napping spot around.  Do you think Jan will take the hint and get me a new one?

Rusty:  If it was so comfy, why did you tear it up?

Micah:  That's what you do with a scratching post.  Oh, wait, you don't have any front claws.  You haven't had the pleasure.  Take my word for it.  Sleeping with all those jagged pieces of cardboard massaging you is bliss. 

Rusty:  I think it affected your brain.  Similar to Buddy yesterday declaring we're thankful for Marcus.  Perhaps it's the humidity.

Cyndi:  *clears throat*  Excuse me but we're supposed to be letting readers know we've posted a new interview on Mousebreath.

Taylor:  Yes, and one of the kitties has my name, Taylor.  I don't have a middle name, though, but she's sure pretty.  So is her sister April.

Percy:  Stop by mousebreath to meet Taylor Swift and April Paris.  They don't have a blog, but they are on Instagram and do have an entertaining story.  


We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.  

Race You To Sleep

Buddy: It's so late I cant think of anything to be thankful for this week. Can you?

Micah:   I can. I'm thankful for my red scratcher.

Buddy:  But you don't have that scratcher any more.  You shredded the top.  Jan turned it over and you shredded the bottom. 

Micah:  It doesn't matter.  I'm still thankful for my red scratcher ... the one I deaded with my shredding claws.  It was mine, all mine.  None of you had any interest in it.  In fact, I miss it.

Buddy:  Why are you fixated on an old scratcher Jan threw out some time ago?

Micah:  Because I'm tired, you're tired, Jan is so tired she's sliding down the seat of the chair.  We have to be thankful for something! 

Buddy:  Why didn't we do this earlier  when we were still awake?

Micah:  Because Microsoft waited until we were ready to write our post before it suddenly announced it was ready to shut down to upgrade us to Windows 10 Creator.  Now that it has finished and Jan has given it a once over to see what's new, none of us can stay awake long enough to remember what we planned to post.

Buddy:  But surely there must be something more recent to be thankful for.

Micah:  Okay, I'm thankful the upgraded operating system will boot without a hitch after a good night's rest.  At least I hope I am. If not, it's going to be embarrassing when we don't show up in Blogville today.

Buddy:  First, you're thankful for the past, now you're thankful for the future.  Don't you have any current good news?

Micah:  Yes, I'm going to hit publish now and then snore the night away.

Buddy:  Good idea.  I'll race you to sleep.


We're joining the Thankful Thursday blog hop at Brian's Home.

Sneaky Devils

 Buddy:  Look at Micah.  He really loves, loves, loves his scratcher lounge.  

Percy:  He looks like a sleeping angel in these pictures.  No one would recognize him for the sneaky devil he is in real life. 

Buddy:  Micah would probably say the same thing about you, Percy.  After all, it's not a one-sided feud.  You antagonize each other.

Percy:  This opportunity is too good to pass up.  I think I'll just sneak up and whap him a good one in the head.  That should keep him sleeping with one eye open for a week. 

Buddy:  I'll go make sure the first aid kit is handy for both of you.

Percy:  Good idea.  He'll need some patching up.

Buddy:  Here, Percy, I found the first aid kit.  Percy?

Percy:  Zzzzzzzz.

Buddy:  Drat!  I was looking forward to refereeing a cat fight.  Should I give a Tarzan yell to wake them both up or should I let them sleep?    Decisions, decisions.  I think I need a nap to think it over.

Micah Hatches A Scratcher

Micah:  Jan said .... WHAT?  She said I have been sitting here for so long she thinks I'm trying to hatch a scratcher?

Just because we've had so many baby bird stories this past week does not mean I am trying to keep the nest warm and hatch baby scratchers. It would save Jan a bunch of money, though, wouldn't it?

This is my scratcher and I can sit on it for as long as I so desire!  And if baby scratchers hatch, I will be a very rich internet sensation. Now go away.  My scratcher and I want some privacy.