If there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If it’s somethin’ weird and it don’t taste good
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
If you’re seein’ things and haven’t had cat nip
Who can you call – Tamra Maew!
An’ invisible mouse sleepin’ in your bed
Oh who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who ya gonna call – Tamra Maew!
If you’re all alone, pick up the servants phone
And call – Tamra Maew!
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
I hear they like to spook cats
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!
Grr… if it’s in your bowl
with your stinky gooodness
You better call – Tamra Maew!
Bitey makes me feel good
I ain’t afraid a no ghost
Don’t get caught with no vishus deer…
They’re even worse than ghosts!
I think you better call – Tamra Maew!
Ooh… who you gonna call – Tamra Maew!
For some reason, Tamra thinks the only thing I am capable of writing about is puke… That’s not true! There is more to life than puke, such as this incredible box the beans brought home!
This box is extremely versatile. It can be used as a chair, or a bed. There is no reason to ever leave a box like this!
In fact, a strawberry flavored box like this also makes the perfect snack! Just chew chew chew until you can’t chew no more, then puke puke puke until there’s no more room on the floor! hehe! Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not a messy cat, I cleanup all my mess later when I get hungry again. Cardboard is always easier to digest the second time around.
This summer I spent a lot of time relaxing and enjoying the nice weather while officially taking my first writers strike. Since March, I’ve allowed Griffin to make three posts on my blog. I thought this was very generous on my part, however, the servants did not agree. They insisted I allow Griffin to post whenever he wants! I could not accept these terms and so was forced to go on strike while attempting to negotiate a more acceptable arrangement.
I was sure the servants would give-in, but after about a month, negotiations were still at a stale-mate. I decided to get out of my comfortable sun-bathing bed and use my secret weapon… irresistible cuteness!
My cuteness got me a lot of love and temptations, but still no internet access! I started to get depressed sitting around all day without my blog and all my cat friends…
So… I gave in, I caved, I stooped to an all-time low and agreed to let Griffin stick his giant head into my blog whenever he wants. I already accepted the fact that I would have to tolerate him in life, but looks like I’m officially stuck with him on my blog as well.
The last time I let Griffin write his own post, he wrote about puking up toilet paper… Hopefully my three month strike at least did some good by giving him enough time to lose some of his more disgusting habits so we never have to read about them!
From time to time the humans will amaze us with a rare display of intelligence. Recently, they did just that when they came home with a Cat Condo! Granted, its a bit small for two and any actually smart human would have gotten us each our own… Still, we are pleased with this acquisition and have found it to serve most of our basic daily needs.
A Cat Condo is a perfect place to play some games! There are balls to whop and plenty of places to scratch and chew.
A Cat Condo is also a perfect place to wash. There are lots of furs and usually an extra tongue helping you!
A Cat Condo also serves well for naps. There isn’t much room but we always fit two.
In fact, there’s no reason to leave a Cat Condo except for food and to poo!
Today I puked up my very first pile of vomito de gato! Tamra tells me there is much more to come in my future, especially if I keep up my current eating habits…
For the last week I’ve discovered how fun it is to eat Kleenex and unroll the toilet paper. Unfortunately, I’ve now also gotten hooked to eating the stuff! It’s just so wonderfully chewy!
As you may have already guessed… it wasn’t a furrball I puked up! It was more like half a roll of toilet paper which the servants then flushed down the toilet. The good news is that I must be using the toilet paper properly if the servants flushed it because thats what they do when they use it too.
I do find it odd that the humans weren’t more concerned when I puked… They seemed more interested in rolling all the toilet paper up again after I worked so hard to spread it nice and evenly across the floor. Tamra is right, they are definitely incompetent.
Human servants are very incompetent. Our mission is to provide these beans with an accurate source of training in the art of proper cat care and servitude.
