If Andy has his way, the multi-colored string game will commence as soon as he calls Dougy! “Mrow!”
I prod Dougy. “Don’t you hear the call to play, McDougall?”
Yes and no, but he soon gets up and runs to join his brother in wild play.
🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁
This seems to be the day for oddness. I may as well add this message to the blog:
In this case you don’t know how to give for your dog is wearing a collar,
as I had a local dog training you do not have to be the Major concern for Dog Training.
I pointed out to the author that Dougy and Andy might take umbrage at being called dogs as they are Persian cats. Then I checked the post that the message was attached to. Pure non sequitur. Pure spam! Random madness! I deleted both the message and the answer, then decided you needed a “hunh?!” moment on top of the “hunh?!” moment at the very top.
Curiously, more irony, I added the tag “no cats involved” before I found the dog message. There seems to be cosmic settling going on. Or something!
p.s. WordPress is acting weird today, too. I should be able to update this without a new version going live to you each time. Sorry! This is it. No more updates, even if there are egregious misspellings, typos, inexplicable stuff that upset obsessive people, perfectionists like me.
Andy watching the backyard fir tree for birds.
This will be a shorty today because I just realized it’s 48 minutes past “feed-the-kitty-time”. Cats sleep on computer keyboards for a reason, you know: To keep us from forgetting important things like, well, “feed-the-kitty-time” and “play-with-the-kitty-time”, and “kitty-treat-time”. If my boys were outdoor cats, there’d be “let-the-cat-out-NOW-time” as well. You get the idea, I’m sure.
Gotta go. Andy’s standing there sucking in his fat little tummy to remind me of something….
Before long, he’ll be punching it out on my computer keyboard: f-e-e-d=t-h-e=k-i-t-t-y=t-i-m-e…