What's the haps' kitties? Rudy-Patootie here with the Rudy Report!
Goodness gracious sakes alive! Aren't I gorgeous? Even when I'm bad, I'm good! Look at those paws, those ears, those eyes...the floof! YIKES - I'm the whole kitty package...but enough about me and my splendor. It was a wet weekend here in O Hi O. Rain and rain and rain - all of the snow is gone, just in time for more snow in a few days. At this rate I will never get out on the deck. Speaking of the deck, I have what the 'rents call "cabin fever". Every time they go upstairs I run after them and sit by the door. Then I say "meow, meow, meow, MEOW" - which, as you know, is kitty-speak for open the door! NOW! The 'rents say "No" - which, as you know, is kitty-speak for "we are too stoopid to listen to you". And if that isn't bad enough they made 15 bean soup for the weekend. What kind of stoopid food is that? Food with 15 beans in it? Does that make them cannibals? Get it? Beans eating beans??? HaHaHaHaHa! I crack me up!
Anywho...I hope you kitties are all doing well, we've about got January over with and soon Parker will be all about Valentine's Day and swooning over a certain psycho tabby. She's such a little love-sick kitty.
Mommy is leaving us to go green-paper hunting in another town for a few days. I like it when she goes for a little while, Daddy is a lot more liberal with the treats. But I will miss her giving me skritches, she knows all the good spots!
Asta la' pasta kitties - keep your furry side up!