My name is Piglet and I'm a little pink pig. Well, really, I'm a cat. A Sphynx. But I look like a little pink pig.
My older brother, Grover, is a Devon Rex. He writes here, too, but don't believe anything he says.
We live in a tree house in New York City with our mom and we thank you for visiting!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
A Looks-Like-A-Moth-Eaten Cat To A Flame
Hi:
It's Piggy.
OK, Grover...really? Are you really laying next to the pot WHEN THE BURNER IS LIT WHEN MOM IS MAKING HER OATMEAL?
Are you really hanging your paw over the edge of the stove like you're all sorts of cool or something?
Is mom really that big of an ass by letting you stay there when you already burned your whiskers off before on the stove?
Note to mom: Instead of taking his picture and encouraging him to think he's Fonzie, how 'bout you just take him off the stove when the flame is lit, OK?
Good lord, what is going on in this house?
Love,
Piggy
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5 comments:
Ha ha! Our sister Toot Suite used to do that on our old stove when we had a drafty house in SF. Burned off all her whiskers and STILL did it. You do look pretty Fonziesque though, Grover.
Ah, Piggy, you are sooo smart.
Oh Grover! You are a brave one! Our mom had a cat once who cinged off her eye whiskers by leaning in a candle.
Oh! We would never be able to do that!! Our Mom even puts a pan of cold water on the burner while it's cooling off. Mom says we're not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to the stove.......
oh no...what if his tail caught on fire?? Someone better watch him close and if that happens, yell loud Piggy!
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