The Real Marcus Stands Up

Taylor:   You might not have recognized me in Wednesday's I Am Marcus post, but you all did really well in guessing that I am not Marcus.  He most definitely is not a cat.

There were a total of ten votes in our sidebar poll.  Picture #1: 5 votes.  Picture #3:  7 votes.  Yes, that means two of you voted for both dog photos. 

Some of you voted in the comments and we really enjoyed those comments.  Hopefully Angel AbbyGrace, who voted both for Marcus and for the President of the United States in the same day, did not mix up the ballots and vote for Marcus for President, although Marcus says he would promise when the leashes came out to not run around the White House shrieking with joy and body slamming the furniture. 

Yes, Frankie Furter, the real Marcus will now stand up. 

We have always kidded Marcus about his big stand-up ears, so those of you who guessed Picture #1 were correct.  This is the real Marcus.

Those of you, however, who guessed Picture #3 were also correct.

As Loulou said, "Well, DUH. One and three--you have on the same collar!!! Either that or it's a clone. Oh, boy, would Jan LOVE that!"  (Jan nearly passed out at the thought of a cloned Marcus.  One cyclone to a household, please!)

Meowmeowmans was alert and mentioned he didn't think Marcus's ear bends like that.

It didn't.

But earlier this month, Marcus spent some time playing in the dog pen by himself and when Jan took out the trash, she was shocked to see one of those beautiful ears was bent.  The area circled in orange in the picture above is the original site of an aural hematoma.  The area in green is how large it grew.

It's healing nicely and it could have been worse, but sadly, Marcus is having to rethink his desire to be a standup comic.  (Pun intended.)


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

Fall Is Falling

Micah:  This preparing for winter is hard work!  I need a break.

Cyndi:  Why are you complaining?  Jan's doing all the work!

Micah:  Yes, but someone has to snoopervise to make sure she doesn't fall off the stool, or through a window.

Cyndi:  But she's the one moving furniture, stuffing newspapers in window cracks, hanging and rehanging drapes, and whining about aches and pains.

Micah:  You're a female.  You just don't understand how important it is for us males to have a job.  It feeds our eggo.

Cyndi:  It feeds your what?  Oh, you mean it feeds your ego. 

Micah:  Yeah, ego.  So Jan gave me the job of bodyguard until the winterizing is finished.

Cyndi:  Well, if you're her bodyguard, you had better hope her body doesn't fall off the stool and land on you.

Micah:  Don't worry, I'm not supposed to be close enough to take a bullet for her, only close enough to the phone to dial 9-1-1 should anything happen.

Cyndi:  It won't be long before the temperature will start dropping down to freezing at night.  Brrrr.  I hate being cold.

Micah:  If this is fall, why is this tree the only sign of the season the dogs see when they walk Jan?

Cyndi:  I have no idea.  The leaves might not be turning yet but they sure have been falling into the dog pen.  I hope you aren't planning to tell me you were sitting by the back screen door with a phone in paw in case Jan fell into the pile of leaves she raked.

Micah:  Of course not.  I sat by the back screen door with a feather duster in my paw to wave and cheer Jan on so she'd stay awake for the long, boring job. 

Cyndi:  Aren't you glad that's over!

Micah:  It's not.  Jan said leaves will keep falling into the pen until some time in January. How about taking over my cheerleader job for the season?

Cyndi:  Can't.  Energetic activity would invalidate my Medicat insurance.


Did you vote in our poll?  See yesterday's post (I Am Marcus).  The answer will be included in our Friday post.

I Am Marcus

Marcus: I thought it would be nice to do something different today, so how about a quiz?   Let's see how attentive you are and how well you know me.

There are three pictures below.  Look at each one very carefully.

Which one is mine?

Picture #1:  I am Marcus.

Picture #2:  I am Marcus.

Picture #3:  I am Marcus.

Did you find me?

Are you absolutely certain?

How did you recognize me?

Since everyone doesn't have an account that enables them to leave a comment, I'm adding a poll at the top of the right sidebar so anyone who wants to can vote.

The results will be posted Friday.  If Jan reminds me.  You know how it is, when you live with someone long enough you pick up their bad traits.