Doods...don't let your people buy you this, even as stylin' as it is.

'Cause you know, of you wear it, IT'LL KILL YOU.
Geraldo Rivera said so.
And he knows...stuff.
Srsly.
Ask him about Al Capone's special hiding place. I be the dood can inventory everything that was in it, HE'S THAT SMART!

I don't really like getting my picture taken, but I think this one came out all right.

Plus, I was waiting for dinner. If I sat there without closing my eyes, I was pretty sure I would get dinner early.

I was wrong.

Oh man, when they finish spinning him around he's going to barf on everything.



It will be GLORIOUS!

Today was Buddah's 7th birthday. Which means in a few weeks, it will have been seven years since the little black furball tried to kill me with his epic cooties.

I still haven't quite forgiven him for that, but I am all in favor of him getting a birthday, because birthdays mean treats. Last night we got some real live fresh dead cow, courtesy of Mr. Cat Elmans, and today there were cans of Fancy Feast Medley. We never get that stuff! But because of his birthday, we each got an entire can.

He got a couple of toys, too, but all I cared about was the noms. Oh, and the fireplace thingy got turned on. That's been nice, too.

Happy Birthday, Buddah Pest.

Man, you sit on a person's toast and they get all "Get off that, get off that, GET OFF THAT, GETOFFTHAT!" So you get OFF THAT, and what do they do? They throw the toast away!

On the plus side, my bath was particularly tasty tonight. Buttered buns. Nice.

Dinner theater!

Not the actual muffin

All right, those muffins were full of disappointment. The Woman offered me a bite when they were still warm, so I sniffed it first and it wasn't muffiny enough. I'm not sure what the deal was, because I love to munch a good muffin, but there was something not quite right about this one. Maybe because I expected blueberry and it was cinnamon? I dunno...I like cinnamon donuts, but I didn't even want to try this one.

I did anyway, just a taste. And then I spit it out because a wrong muffin does NOT get to be swallowed. it gets to revisit the floor, where wrong muffin bites belong.

The Woman seemed to enjoy them, and this morning the Man had a couple and he seemed to enjoy them. There was no copious barfing so I'm guessing the muffins weren't BAD...just wrong.

Hopefully she'll make it up to me this week and make some blueberry muffins. Those have a greater chance of being RIGHT, and I will happily allow a right muffin to get swallowed and not spit out.

Man, doods...this has been a hard day for the CB. Whitey from The 3 G's has been fighting a horrible URI and his mom just found out he had diabetes, and we were all hoping hard that getting on insulin would fix him and he'd get better. But doods, when you have diabetes and get sick, it's super hard on the body, and sometimes it's just impossible for everything to start working again... Whitey found really hard for a long time, and his mom Barb found for him as hard as a person can...but he just couldn't do it anymore, and he went to the Bridge today.

He was a wicked cool dood, and the CB is a whole lot dimmer right now.

Just before the Woman read the news about Whitey, she read an email from one her very best friends ever, and her kitty, Kiff, ran off to the Bridge in the middle of the night. The Woman thinks of her friend as like a sister, so Kiff was at least like my cousin, and even though Kiff didn't blog or FB, it stings a lot. I feel really, really bad for Sandy and Tom, whom she owned and their other cats. Kiff is gonna be missed.

But today wasn't all bad. Tonight I was lounging in the office on top of my tree and I smelled something spiffy, so I came out to see what was up, and doods, the Woman had made muffins!

I freaking LOVE muffins!

They're too hot to taste right now, and I'm only gonna get a tiny taste, but it'll be worth the wait.

Muffins make a bad day a little better.