Doesn't my face look handsome?
You know, the good thing about having my own humans give me a haircut is that they don't shave me naked! My hair can be shorter, I can look stylish, and I won't be naked all at once! Pretty cool, eh?
Hey, wait a minute, did you just post that picture?! Lizzy, just because I need your help with the blog doesn't mean you should take and post embarrassing pictures of me!
Okay everydog, I'm done with the haircut pictures... This is actually all I was going to post today, but when I first started this post I heard a noise at the window! My human Lizzy and I turned around to see White Cat (also known as Fatso) hoisting himself up though the window from the outside. Let me tell ya, this window is a whole 4 feet high, and White Cat had somehow managed to jump up and pull himself onto the window sill! Sure, cat's can normally jump that high all the time, but not White Cat. He's old and FAT. I was quite surprised he could do it!
As I started loading my first haircut picture, White Cat walked from the window sill to the printer, then jumped to the top of the computer desk, jumped down on the lower part of the desk, walked to the other side, stepped down onto the keyboard, and prepared to make the jump to the floor (while he did all this, his face wore a look of serious determination). I watched as he let himself drop down from the keyboard, a whole 2 feet from above the floor. Splat. The keyboard slipped and he landed on his face. He got right back up and walked strait to the kitchen, still carrying his seriously determined look with him.
I turned back to the computer, and started loading the next picture. Then I head this noise... rip, rip, tear, riiiip. My human Lizzy and I got up and ran to the kitchen, to find White Cat, who had somehow managed to get himself up on the kitchen counter, and was tearing into a big package of meat that was set out to thaw (Lizzy's a vegetarian, but the rest of the family enjoys a meal of meat now and then). Lizzy shooed White Cat away, and came back to help me with my blog.
We started loading the next picture, when we heard a crash. Lizzy and I got up again and ran to the kitchen, to find White Cat had gotten back up on the counter and had knocked over the meat and the plate it was resting on, and he had torn a hole in the package so he could eat the meat inside. Lizzy shooed him away again, put the meat back on the plate, and put a big bowl over top.
Just as we starting typing on my blog again, can you guess what we heard? CRASH. Lizzy got up and ran to the kitchen again, this time to find White Cat had knocked the big bowl right off the plate, picked up the giant package of meat (he may be fat, but he's stronger than you think), and he took off running as fast as he could over the counter top away from Lizzy. Let me tell ya, he may have been doing a very naughty thing, but to watch a fat clumsy cat with a package of meat twice the size of his head being carried in his mouth, with a seriously determined look in his eyes, running as fast as he can across the counter top while he realizes he's running out of room to run, and being chased by a furious Lizzy, is indeed a hilarious sight. Of course, Lizzy caught him, got the meat back and put it away again.
Five minutes later. We're back at my blog, and haven't heard a single noise in the kitchen for a while. Lizzy, wondering why White Cat's so quiet now, gets up and walks back to the kitchen. This is what she finds on the floor.
After all that work White Cat has been doing today, he's pooped. (Lizzy's note: I couldn't help but notice a resemblance between this picture and a certain one of the shots of Sparky getting his haircut!)