My Perch

Ok....
Enough of this ignoring me. I live here too and how often do I get to appear in the blog?
Here I am in my lookout post. I can see pretty much the whole main floor from here. Front door & out the front windows. Kitchen and living room and family room and out back through the windows in the sunroom addition.
Best of all I am up & out of the way so that little punk Scout can't pounce me & try to ride on my back.
-Scooby

Shaggy & Scout

Here Pig Pig Pig

Hello Guinea Piggies!
Wanna play?
-Scout

Sioux

In case you haven't met him yet, this is our 'ramic kitty named Sioux.
As in "The Fighting Sioux of North Dakota U." Mom & Dad both went to school there.
We gotted him from Derby for Secret Paws.
He is a bit of a camera hog and we have to get some training going here.
He just sits still for the camera and smiles.
He is supposed to do what we do which is move or blink when she aims that thing at us!
-Shaggy

I'm Big Boned Not Fat!

Urrrggghhh! Here we go again.
I went off the special diet Purina OM food and now mom says I'm fat again.
She tried to drag me around outside the house to get some exercise. "Three times around the house, come on Shaggy let's go!"
She follows behind me and says I waddle and my weight shifts from side to side and she can't see my hips anymore. Well, geez. She is waddling a bit lately too and no one is nagging at her on a daily basis.
I am a big cat. Some cats are small and delicate and some cats are big and muscular. I am in the latter group. My buddy FatEric is too. How many of you saw the splendid feature he did called "Big Boys on Parade" featuring us and some other well endowed males.
She's talking measuring food again and only feeding twice a day a set times and all that garbage again.
Mmmmm Mmmmmm. Light food. I can hardly wait........
-Shaggy

Just Call Me Superman

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Super Scoutster!

"Sheesh, mom! Put the stupid clicky thing away and get me un-stuck from this plastic bag already!"

Bleep, bleep, bleep!

Dad brought home one of his golfing buddies home last weekend for beer & pizza.
He didn't like animals! Can you imagine! But it's worse than that....
Scout went to rub his ankles like he does to everyone and the guy stepped back & made a grouchy face. Mom said "That's Scout. He greets everyone like that." Then the oaf replied: "Well I hate cats." Mom wanted to send him home right then and there. Sheesh was she pissed.
She explained that Scout is gentle and that she's had him since he was a baby, and that she adopted us 3 years ago because we needed a home. "Do they do come when you call them? Are they smarter than dogs?" he said. What a dingleberry! I almost bit his ankle! Mom explained that cats are far smarter than dogs and have an intelligence beyond people.
Then he noticed the guinea pigs. "Guinea Pigs? What good are they?" He asked. By now mom was boiling inside but outwardly keeping her cool. She explained that she adopted them one by one because they needed a good home. Their owners abandoned each one and that guinea pigs are sweet. "Well, do they get to run around and do stuff?"
Mom said yes and that they enjoy just being held and petted and when they are happy they purr just like kittens. "But what do you do with them?" What a total idiot! "I love them," Mom said. "They make me happy." She wanted to add "a concept which you obviously know nothing about" but she bit her tongue.
Mom said after he left that she wanted to rip his hoo-ha's off and tell him: "Now these aren't good for anything either. "
Bastard.
-Shaggy