Month: August 2015

  

Today, two strange men came to my house.  They went down into the basement with Mr. Chris.  I was suspicious and thought they might be heading down to use OUR litter boxes, so I followed them very very quietly.  I yelled at one guy because he was too close to the boxes, and the guy jumped like he had never seen a cat before.  He told Mr. Chris he thought I was a huge rat!  Obviously that loser has no idea what a rat looks like.  Sheesh.

 

 
I am Gus. I like to lick plastic bags. I get very excited about it. Don’t worry. I never eat them. I do sometimes wear them around like a cape tho. I totally feel like a superhero. Oscar doesn’t like plastic bags. He’s so weird.    

 
I am Gus. I like being tucked in and warm with mama. 

  

  

 
He smells pretty good tho. 

He’s right.  Oscar is a dirty rat bastard thief (don’t blame the kids for the language – it’s the parents).  Sometimes he even steals my toys.  And I am Gus.  That’s some nerve.  Today Mr. Chris went on a mission because while mama was pooping on the toilet, Oscar snuck in and stole one of her earrings right off the vanity.  Then he probably tossed it about in the living room until he lost it to one of the toy eaters (the places that seem to gobble up toys until Mr. Chris rescues them).  So Mr. Chris was on a mission to find the earring, and along the way found some of mama’s hair ties Oscar stole too (in fairness to Oscar, the pink ones and that furry one are actually his).

I am Gus.  I am regal.  Oscar is just cute.  But he is super cute.  At least that is what mama tells him.

Oscar and I don’t like to drink out of our water bowl.  We do like to drink out of the bathroom sink if someone turns it on for us.  Otherwise, sometimes we drink out of the toilet (shhh!  It’s kind of humiliating.).