Those 70ish Girls

 

Can you see me sitting here in the middle of all this Christmas litter? Murdo Girl and Kip had to go to the airport to pick up Grandpa Gus. I thought they would never leave. Oh, excuse me. I’m Dollie the cat, but most people call me.. the cat. MG doesn’t like me to sit on the table, but I can get the best sun here. I’m a little miffed because there’s no room for me to lay down.

 

Anyway, I’m glad they’re gone for awhile. I hate to let the cat out of the bag, but they tried to clean house together today. That never ends well. Kip volunteered to dust while MG cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed. Two hours later, MG was finished, well except for finding all of her cleaning supplies so she could put them away where nobody can find them. Kip was still dusting his 2nd set of blinds. I don’t think MG intended for him to dust all the window blinds today. The furniture was disgusting.

This grandpa guy they’re picking up is responsible for the Santa Paws debacle a few years back. I wasn’t there, but I’ve heard the story about a million times. Craig wanted a gerbil for Christmas, so Kip and MG went and bought a gerbil, a cage, food.. yup the whole KITTENcaboodle. . They hid the glorified mouse in the closet, and took care of him for a couple of weeks until Christmas. They also had to keep Craig out of the room that had the closet with the gerbil in it. It was a ” longer than a cat’s tail” 2 weeks.

Grandpa Gus and Grandma Retta were there that year. Craig was so excited Christmas morning when he saw that Santa Paws had brought him a gerbil. Just picture this CATastrophy.

Grandpa to MG and Kip: I can’t believe you kept that gerbil in your closet for two weeks?!?

You could have heard a Kibbles and Bits drop. The cat got everybody’s tongue. No one could think of what to say, so they acted like they didn’t hear it. I do that sometimes too. I get so tired of hearing, “Here kitty, kitty.”

I heard Craig looked stricken, but he was smart enough not to let anymore sardines out of the can Grandpa had opened. He didn’t talk about it until years later in therapy. End of story.

Later

I was looking for a recipe for tuna casserole and I must have drifted off. They aren’t home yet are they?

 

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My name is Cyndie. I know..my humans spelled it funny. This is where you can usually find me unless the doorbell rings. Then I run to the door and bark like crazy.

I have a Christmas story. One year MG’s cousin Valerie’s kids got a yellow lab from Santa Paws. The first thing he did was do his business under the tree. Hahaha. You know what “business” is right?

 

Cyndie

We’re Sammie and Pattie. We’re scared of the cat. She bats at us when she thinks our humans aren’t looking. Once she got caught in the  cupboard that twirls around. They couldn’t find her for 3 hours. Yeah..and we got in trouble just because we didn’t help find her. We could see her beady eyes peeking out at us through a little crack. We were hoping she would whirl around forever.

 I give you books and give you books, and all you do is eat the pages…They forgot my treat!!

She makes us wait in line for water.

MG: Thanks a lot for doing all that dusting today. You know how I hate to dust. I noticed a few people couldn’t resist writing their names on the furniture with their fingers.

Kip: You know, for some reason I thought our bedroom furniture was oak, but it’s cherrywood.

MG: You’re kidding..really?

Kip: Oh, and I forgot to tell you I found your extra set of car keys. They were on the shower ledge.

MG: You’re kidding..really?

 Not to change the subject, but the cat is getting on my last nerve. She’s mean to the dogs, follows me everywhere, and when I sit down, I can’t make eye contact with her or she jumps in my lap and twists her neck around to show me where she wants me to scratch it. She’s wearing me out!

KIP: You’re kidding..really?

Dollie: You’re kidding…really?

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I hope they bring me a surprise. Maybe some catnip…or a crown. Jerome has a crown.

Wait! This says dog food…You know I don’t like dog food.

MG and Kip: Your kidding…really? End of story

MEOWY CHRISTMAS