But first, a word from D.O.G. the cat, who thinks he owns me.
ARE YOU OLDER THAN JESUS?
ARE YOU OLDER THAN PLASTIC?
DID YOU INVENT PLASTIC?
WILL YOU THROW THE RINGS FROM PLASTIC SODA BOTTLES AT ME SO I CAN PLAY WITH THEM?
I LOVE YOU.
I’m not sure that D.O.G is as much help as he thinks, lying on my arm while I’m knitting…
(Taken with instagram)
The loveseat in my room has become Gift Central (these are from my parents and sister/her family for all the TN clan).
D.O.G. thinks he’s King of the Pile.
Caturday - Artemas and D.O.G.
DOG is hissing at Zaphod.
I’m pretty sure DOG hates us because this is the 3rd time in 9 months we’ve brought another loathesome animal into his house.
We got Carrie the Retarded Cat last July. Then I house-sat a stupid waste of fur cat for 2 months. We just got rid of her again less than 2 weeks ago.
He gets used to it, but he doesn’t like it.
I wonder if he’s silently plotting my demise.
Mayhem Photo a Day - Day 10 - A cat who hates me
This is our cat, D.O.G.
The kids say his name stands for Dave Osmosis Grant.
He hates me.
Just kidding, he loooovvvvess me. Except that 3 times in the last 9 months I’ve brought another odious animal into his domain. Well one was a temporary housesitting of another cat, but still.
Not sure he has forgiven me yet.
Just to make sure I’m safe, I sleep with my bedroom door shut.