Friday was awful for reasons I can’t bring up here (leave it in the outer blog, Flowergirl!) but you know. You know what happened.
So let’s put it out of heads for a few minutes. Pull up a chair, add some frozen watermelon to your iced tea (oh, do! It’s so good), and come look at some memes with me and Freddie.
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
- Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community.
- Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw.
“You talk a lot when I’m trying to sleep,” Freddie observed.
“You sleep a lot when I’m trying to talk!” I retorted.
“You should never go to bed angry,” I instructed.
Freddie frowned, opened his mouth to speak, then twisted and gave his back a few frantic licks. He turned back to me and said, “But what if I’m angry and it’s time to sleep?”
“You have to let your anger go,” I said.
“But sleep time comes on quick and sometimes I’m mad and sleepy.”
“When do you get mad?” I asked, curious.
“Mostly when you’re talking and I’m trying to sleep.”
“That’s you!” Freddie laughed.
I nodded. “I am happier after coffee,” I said.
“Why do you like boxes so much?”
Freddie carefully cleaned his face while he considered. “Because they are boxes,” he said.
“Would you video chat with me someday?” I asked.
“Is that a catnip thing?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then probably not.”
We turned to each other and narrowed our eyes, just like the cat in the picture. “Are you judging me?” I asked.
“Always,” he answered, narrowing his eyes so much they were actually closed.
“You don’t need drugs to be fascinated by bird videos,” I told him.
“That’s true!” he said. “You should turn one on right now!”
“I’d say you should sleep on the couch,” Freddie said, thoughtfully, “but that’s my bed too.”
“Shall I take the floor then?” I asked, dryly.
“No, that’s also my bed.”
Freddie straightened.
“We don’t believe in gods in this house,” I reminded him.
Freddie deflated.
“Why is he all blocky like that,” he asked me.
“That’s the shower door,” I said.
"That place with all the water?”
“Yep.”
“No wonder he looks mad.”
I frowned at him.
“It’s rude not to respond,” he explained.
I shook my head and clicked to the next meme.
“That’s me in the car!” I said.
“I never want to find out,” he said.
“You do hate to leave the house.”
“I hate to leave the house.”
“I would just pick you up,” I said.
“I would just bite you,” he responded.
“That’s a good, wholesome family activity,” he enthused.
“Not for the fish,” I responded.
“You can’t have beer,” I said, “but otherwise that’s us!”
“You should share your snacks more.”
“I like shoes,” he told me.
“But not to wear,” I said.
“What do you mean ‘wear?’”
We looked at each other.
I lifted my foot and showed him my sneaker. “Shoes are clothes. We wear them.”
“I like to smell them.”
I laughed. “I know, you weirdo.”
"That’s you sometimes,” I said. “I want affection and you want to sleep in the other room.”
“I like my alone time. But I like affection too. Just on my schedule.”
I sighed.
I opened my mouth to ask.
“Because they’re boxes,” he said.
I closed my mouth.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Take some time to refresh and recharge, then we’ll get out there and try and fix this mess.