Ick blech phooey.

My dad was torturing me.  He made me sniff this stuff, he called "Tuna" petromalt.  It smelt terrible.  He said it was supposed to help with hairballs.  Then he put it on my paw.  Needless to say, I promptly flung most of it off onto the floor and walls.

Then I ran into the basement and hid on the little shelf by the books.  He said he was sorry and gave me a treat, but I just swatted it off.

Finally, he got the stuff off my paw (you can see it in the photo he took while I was pouting at him on my left paw.)

Hmph.

Calypso.

Not sure what this stuff is

They said it was a Dark and Stormy.  I thought I was the dark and stormy one around here.

And then we got tortured by taking us to the evil vet lady.  Though she did say I was very beautiful.  Which is true.  And she said I didn't need to lose any weight either, so I think I should get more food.

There are two here, but I'm not sure I like the smell of either one...

--Zazou.

With the proper lighting

I can take over the world.

I don't know why I tolerate my dad taking my picture, he's always trying weird things...

-- Zazou

Just a quiet day on the couch.

They came back!

And they had left the computer on all the time, but I couldn't figure out how to turn the monitor on.  Dad runs this thing called Linux....  I'm not sure that had anything to do with the monitor (there are two now!) but oh well.

They went away for a while, and thankfully the dry food dishes were full of food. But I was afraid they had been bitten in to by a water beast or something.

My dad was playing around with the camera, and I wanted to see what he was doing, so I went to investigate... 

Calypso

Sleepy Sundays

Some people just don't understand the necessity of a good nap.  I mean, how can I be awake in the early morning to stomp on mom and dad if I haven't prepared by napping during the day?  And the sun is coming in the window, which makes it warm...

Later, I'll chase some string perhaps, or toss my little mouse around. I won't eat any of that "petro-malt" stuff that my mom tries to feed me, it smells awful.

-Zazou

Sun

Life's just not worth living without an open basement door...