Taylor Changes Her Spots

Micah:  Hey, Taylor, do you know any jokes?

Taylor:  Yes, but I'm not telling any around here.  You guys are a hard audience for each other.

Micah:  I'll be gentle.  Honest. 

Taylor:  Okay.  How does a leopard change his spots?

Micah:  I'm guessing he uses Photoshop?

Buddy:  That depends on who took the picture.  The photographer might not want someone messing with her work and the leopard could be sued for copyright infringement.

Taylor:  I didn't say anything about anyone taking a picture.  It's a simple clear-cut question.  How does a leopard  change his spots?

Micah:  Not in public, I would hope!

Buddy:  In the bathroom?  No, the bedroom.  Wherever, behind closed doors.

Taylor:  How did a rich leopard get into this joke?

Micah:  How do you know he's rich?

Buddy:  Oh, I know.  Not every leopard has a bathroom or a bedroom.  Come to think of it, most leopards don't have a door to change spots behind..

Micah:  So how does a poor leopard change his spots, Taylor?

Buddy:  Hey, Taylor, where are you going?

Taylor:  When a leopard gets tired of one spot, he just moves to another!  And so do I.


We had a fun poem left in the comments of yesterday's joke by Rusty (Knock, Knock Orange) and we'd like to share it. 

Um...in or out...
wherevfur you may be,
you are funny!!
So do not pout,
let alone shout.
Just sit tight,
enjoy the sunlight,
And a big dose of nip...
Cause today
We heard you say:
Let me in; Let me out!

Thank you, Meezer's Mews and Freckles Woofs.  We like that!

Join Pepi Smart Dog and friends for the Thankful Thursday blog hop.  

Have a Blessed 2013

Our message is simple - thank you for being our friends.  We have enjoyed several years of blogging and hope to be around for many more, but as 2012 draws to a close, we thought we'd have some fun with rhyme.

It's hard to believe it's already New Year's Eve.

We've been blogging so long we've run out of song.
So we'll just post a banner cause Jan lost our nip nanner. 
(oh, sorry, our mistake - we never had one)

To friends far and near, we consider you dear.

Many blessings we purr and our woofies concur.-

At midnight we'll drawl, Happy New Year to all!

Oh, & we're at a party over at the Tabby Cat Club.  You don't have to be a tabby to come by and say hello.

Have a happy, healthy 2013!

Funny Farmers -
Merci, Cyndi, Percy, Cameron, Buddy, Rusty, Sam & Micah
- and Jan

Cyndi Was 6 and Forgotten Dog's Christmas

Yes, you read that right. Was. Cyndi was officially 6 years old yesterday. And we forgot. Totally forgot. It's all Jan's fault again. If she would read her calendar book more often and remind us of special occasions, we wouldn't have to keep telling you all we inherited Jan's forgetfulness. It's a genetic trait passed on though handling our food or something.

Cyndi, we are so sorry we forgot about you. It has become a pattern with us. Too often any more we "remember" a birthday when the Cat Blogosphere posts it and we open our email to learn you all were celebrating while we slept. But now that we remember -
Happy 6th Purrthday, Cyndi!

We love you and hope to share many more purrthdays with you, at least a few of them on the correct day.

(s) Crystal, Cotton, Merci, Percy, Cameron, Buddy, Rusty & Sam
Oh, yeah, and Jan.

Cyndi:Thanks to all of you who came by yesterday with birthday wishes. So my family forgot my day. I forgot it too. What's important is I have a home, lots of siblings, a warm bed when it's cold, and all the food I can eat. I'm not forgotten like the dog in the following poem. My birthday wish is that every furry adopted by a human for Christmas be treated with love and kindness, so there are no more furry forgotten ex-Christmas presents.

Forgotten Dog's Christmas
Author Unknown

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears
He un-chained the dog, once so lively and quick
Last year's Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all."
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear
The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons
In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a LIFE!"