Budd, how rude! You don’t stick your tongue out at mom…geez. Where are your manners? What do you mean, you’re drying out your tongue. Why is it wet? Don’t want to talk about it. Ok, you forced me to tell you. It’s not wet….I bit it when I found something on the floor. I gulped it down but then I chewed my tongue. That hurts!
MOL…live and learn. Betcha will be more careful next time. Maybe not eat anything on the floor till mealtime. I wouldn’t get carried away there Tyebe. mol…C’mon let’s spread out in the garden.
Did you see mom’s herb garden?No…ya, I see it.
Fresh herbs this year. There is sage, thyme, rosemary, winter savoury, tarragon and 3 types of basil mixed together.
Need some help, mom. Just call me…..my paws are ready.
Are you up to giving us a Meezerism, Shoks? I sure am and this one describes moi.
“The cat who frightens the mice away is as good as the cat who eats them.” I would say better than the killer cat cause there is no blood or bones left for mom to clean up.