Supurr salutations pawesome furriends
My week started like this...
But seriously, the frogs need a safe harbour when the weather is bad and I'll be there to make sure all is well in their wurld. And the frogs are paying me to keep them safe, from what who knows, but I need cash4books, so there was no way I was turning that oppurrtunity down especially since the Pole Dancing club is temporarily closed fur a refurb due to the weirdo badgers and cheapskate weasels getting into a bit of scuffle on Caturday night, and Amazon Affiliates is pants - but I already knew that.
So what turned out to be a crappy start to the week, actually became fabulous because now I only have to amble out of the patio doors down to the pond, it's a 30-second commute and I have requested a new bed fur while I'm on watch which conforms to all health and safety protocols. And I get a decent hourly rate which will enable me to purrchase at least one book purr shift, can't get better than that can mew?
And then this happened...
Basil asked me what I was doing, so I explained and then he said, I was being paid protection money as the frogs are assisting the kittens in raiding our catnip and catmint crop, appurrently the frogs are their lookout team to let them know the coast is clear...
Obviously I had to quit immediately due to a huge conflict of interests and our rapidly disappearing green crop, and then I gave the frogs a piece of my mind.
"Look here Mister Frog!" I said sternly. "Mew didn't tell me mew were the lookout crew fur the kittens!"
"B... b... b...." Mister Frog began.
"Oh shut up!" I snapped. "If mew continue to assist them I'll be putting in a proposal to turn the pond, aka your home into a sandpit, so mew, your family and your spawn will be homeless, what do mew think to that?"
I actually think I was a bit harsh as the frog started to cry, his family started to cry, I started to feel really bad and then the spawn started to wail. [Trust me when I say, mew neffur want to hear spawn wailing!]
"Oh fur cods sake!" I spluttered. "Stop helping the kittens and your home is safe, ok?"
"OK," Mister Frog croaked.
And so ended my career as the newest light-house keeper and my unemployment began again, a crappy mid-week blip, but I remain fureffur optimistic and just know that something will turn up soon... and so it goes... in the meantime let's check out this weeks top book pick.
Cat lovers can rejoice in the quirkiness of their feline friends with these insightful and curious poems from the singular mind of house cats. In this fully illustrated book of tongue-in-cheek poetry, the author of the internationally syndicated comic strip Sally Forth helps cats unlock their creative potential and explain their odd behavior to ignorant humans, With titles like 'Who Is That on Your Lap?
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As some of mew know Smooch had a little purroblem a couple of years ago with piddling in places he shouldn't and when the P.A. saw this book a few months ago she just had to buy it! [Smooch didn't find it funny and promptly pee'd on the outside back-door mat - another item now RIP'd to the bonfire]
So anyhoo, what did I think of this little book full of fun? In one wurd, fantastic!
It is split into sections which covers:
The furry first poem is obviously a part ODE to Smooch, as it tells of a cat that could pee on a sweater, then on a laptop - yep that actually happened here - Smooch did not find it funny at all, but I was MOLing my fur off! Funnily enough, the P.A. didn't find it funny being reminded about her laptop [now in silicon heaven] either - oops.
Another favourite is called 'Tripped' that was hilarious. But my purrsonal all-time favourite is; 'Bigger Cat' as I can so relate to that, and now I'm rhyming too! MOL
As mew know I can't actually share any of the poems and there's so many I would love to - due to copyright issues - but I will say this, if mew want a fun little book that mew can visit time and time again, then this is just fur mew!
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