Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Guest Blogger: Fish

For immediate transfer: Dubby, the kitten. Really, folks, I've had it with this boy. He gets attention from Mom, LD, Mr. C. and Sister-our-Nanny.

Whistle loves him. I do not love him.

Whistle plays with Dubby and takes naps with him.

That's my job. Time spent with Dubby means time taken from me.

Come get this kitten. Take his stupid blue kitten collar and that red felted mouse, too.

Up to my whiskers,

Fish

6 comments:

Presbyterian Gal said...

Dear Fish,

Dubby is the one who will care for you in your dottage. I think Whistle already knows this. You might think about this. Just meowin'

PG

PPB said...

Oh, poor Fish.
First your medical travails and now this.....it's just not right, is it?

Sue said...

Aw, poor Fish. Perhaps a few extra cat cookies would help??

Songbird said...

Dear Fish,
Every family goes through its adjustments. Just remember I will be there to see you in one month!
Love,
Aunt Songbird

Althea N. Agape said...

I say you hide on a dresser, then when dubby walks by, you attack. Teach him a lesson. But don't let Whistle see or he might attack you. Or you can make ewwws on the floor and blame Dubby. That sometimes works, too.

signed Padme, kitty of revenge

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

I always thought that it is better when MORE love you instead of LESS love you. Dubby is just one more to love you.