Sticky

I don't know what it is, but I've got sticky stuff on my back. I don't want to lick it off, it's gross looking, and no one will let me in the house till it's gone. I'm doing this by remote.

HELP! How do I get this stick stuff off... it looks like tar, but it's got crusty bits now cause I tried to roll it off and the dust and leaves stuck to it.

Sunlight

It's Spaz again. I just have to say I like sunlight. I've had the option for the last several days to spend my time indoors sleeping on a nice comfy couch in the cool semi-darkness of the living room here. I've decided I'd rather lay in the hot sun on the porch though. I like it.

The other night I saw my ownerishlike friend here standing in the middle of the grass clicking and reaching down to another cat... I got jealous cause I realized it wasn't Fritz and I'd never seen this cat before. I ran towards it to push it out of the way, and only realized too late that it was a possum. I scared it away, but still got a scratch behind the ears and some snacks when I came in the house.

It's the Old Man Here!

It's Fritz. I'm taking over from the kid for today's post. He said he didn't mind if I posted on his blog as long as I didn't mess anything up. Isn't that just the way of these damn kids these days... telling their older and betters that we might mess something up. But honestly I don't know much bout these sorts of things... catching birds yeah I got that down... walking I'm good on (unlike the kid, he falls off everything)...

So these two chicks in this house are pretty cool. I'm not a picky old guy to be honest but they have a good sense of what a cat needs. For instance, I'm not big on eating loads of cat food, but I'll eat it if it's there of course... only most of the time it's just a need to "fill in the corners" or something like that. They've always got some wonderful milk down for me, but the best part is they put it down fresh.

That darn kid is too picky. He won't drink milk. But more for me, that's all I have to say... more for me!

*plonks in front of bowl*

It's Raining... It's Pouring...

I'm here now. It's raining outside so I came slinking in to "bond" or well I faked them out and they think I'm bonding... but truthfully I just didn't want to get wet. Now I'm sleeping on my chair, on my pillows, on my blanket... snoring on my back...

Ahhhhh this is the life... humans are so easy to train.

Not Dead...

I'm not dead, but I've been ignoring my loving duo here a lot lately. I'm a prat what can I say... besides, it's nice outdoors... why do I need to find a cozy spot indoors when I can be outside...

Just wait till winter... baby, when it's cold outside I'm sooooo there! Till then these posts will be few and far between... but know that I'm thinking of you my adoring readers...

And yes... I am still falling off of things regularly.

or getting attacked by them.

The possums pick on me.