Well, they're here. And really, me and Crockett ain't scared of em. We's just uhhh, not dat interested. Yeah, dat are it.
I mean, I even finally decided to come out to da livin room tonite. Dat should show I'm not scared.
And Crockett even sniffed one of em last nite. Just cuz he took off right after doesn't mean he's scared, maybe it just smelled bad. Yeah, dat's da ticket . . .
Okay, enough of this. I know Travis has appointed himself the "spokescat" of this blog, and Bast knows he likes to speak enough, but I'm taking over here. These so-called tough Texas tomcats, named after the heroes of the Alamo, are nothing but big orange PUSSIES. They've been hiding out from these little baby dogs and who has been the only cat brave enough to have anything to do with them? That's right, me, the "skittish" girl who everyone (even my own momma!) thought would be hiding for weeks. But no, I'm smart. Of course I'm smart, I'm a female. And I am training these little baby dogs, just like my predecessor Jezebel trained Whitley and Finley. And I'm getting them on MY side too, I'm talking GIRL POWER - now the girl animals outnumber those goofy boys four to two and we are in charge. So those goofy gingers better watch it. I have any army of dogs on my side now.
P.S. If you want to read the Baby Dog's blogs, you can check them out at Kinley Westie and Finley and Brinley's Short Tails.