We have heard that some of our blogging friends have been doing a purr-furr-mance review of their Moms....well, we're going to tell you right now...our Mom would fail so miserably that we aren't even going to bother. "P" as in purr-furr-mance? Ha! No, we say "P" as in 'pathetic'....sorry Mom, but that's just the way it is...you're going to have to do better if you want lots of paws next year. (Notice: this year is not starting out well AT ALL!)
And now on to ME! Well, in all fairness it is something for Tiny and Me, but I'm going to tell you the me part of it. OK?
As you know, we have THE DAWG - Ellwood (I will now refer to him as "TD"). And you also know that I am not a fan AT ALL of TD. I am known to make a HUGE FUSS whenever I have to go downstairs to do my business (why oh why must the litter box be downstairs, where TD is?) even though there is a gate on the stairs to keep TD from coming up, it doesn't keep him from coming after me when I go to the litterbox which is under the stairs.
Soooo! Dad (my dad rocks!) decided to make us one of those ladders that looks like it is for a chicken (ok, don't you DARE say anything cuz I know what you are thinking!) and put it so that I don't have to go through the dog gate and possibly walk past TD. Now, I can slip under one of the steps and sneak down the ladder, go to the litterbox, then sneak back up the ladder and TD doesn't have to know!!
Tiny prefers to take her chances...will she ever know the joys of the chicken walk?
P.S. Please send purrs for our dear friend Au