Hello my name is Rugby. I bleong to the human known as Peter Guethlein. He's ok as far as humans go, but I'm not sure about that Li chick yet. She gives better tuna than he does, but he gives a better stomach-rub.
At least they still remember to make
me a nice fire in the evening. I mean, after a long day of growling
at Chartles, that puffball from next door, and keeping those birds
in line at the feeder I need my rest. A cat is nothing without
at least 17 hours of sleep a day. Then there are at least three
for grooming, and two for pestering my humans for treats. It's
a hard life you know
.
This bag was fresh from the market
can
you smell it? The tuna
the chicken
the cat treats
.
Ahhhhh. I could sleep in her all day. 5 stars
.
Say
hey to my bud Charlie, here. He's a real cats tuna. He knows
his place. He wants to get in that can and be my nights
treat. He's not stupid like that Mermaid chick who's in the sea
looking for chicken. And have you seen that bumble bee lately?
I don't need to get a stinger in my tongue, thanks. But Charlie
is perfect. I'll miss him after I eat him, but a cat's gotta
do what a cat's gotta do
.
That's all for now, but I'll be sure
to talk to you again soon. If you feel so inclined, drop me a
note. But for now, I'm off to take another nap
.
Copyright, 1997. Rugby "Fluffball" Guethlein. Last
updated July 23, 1997.
Copyright 1997. Last updated January 13, 1997.