Spotlight on: Mr. Puff

Yesterday, Mommy took me and the big white overstuffed stay-Puff-t marshmallow cat to the groomer to have us both shaved.  Mommy says that Mr. Puff is special because he was rescued from an animal shelter 10 years ago and that he’s a champion cat, because he won some trophy and ribbon in the Supercat competition in Madison Square Garden Years ago.

 

He’s let himself go from championship form, if you ask me.  I believe they usually call that thing hanging from his tummy an “udder”.

 

 

Mom also says he special because he’s diabetic.  He gets special wet food that’s supposed to be for kittens, not big white overstuffed stay-Puff-t marshmallow cats.  Mommy calls it the “Catkins diet”.  All I know is it smells really yummy, but I’m not allowed to have any.

 

Whenever Mr. Puff meows and whines, he gets food.  Whenever I whine, I’m told I have to wait until dinner time. It seems unfair that Mr. Puff doesn’t look like he needs any more food, but he gets yummy food, while Mommy tells me that I don’t want to be a fat corgi, that I need to stay a lean, mean corgi machine, so I only get kibble and carrots.

See, don’t I look hungry?  Please leave comments for Mommy that she needs to feed me more.

Ahh, Nature!

Mommy took me on a forced march hike through a nature preserve this morning.  She said it was only a half mile hike and was a little bit of practice for her big hike tomorrow with a bunch of other humans, but I’m not sure I believe her that it was only a half mile. 

 

First we went up…and then we went up some more…and then we turned…and then we turned and finally starting going down…and then we hit a grassy stretch and I ran back toward the car!

But while we were on the way up, we met another corgi and his human!  I was very happy to meet the human, even though Mommy keeps telling me it’s not very nice to jump up and knock my nose into other humans’…oh, wait, I don’t think I’m allowed to use that language on the blog.  But the corgi was very nice, too.  He told me he was exhausted from his forced march hike through the preserve.

Unfortunately, Mommy was a bad mommy photographer and didn’t bring her real camera or use the one on her phone very quickly, so all I have is a blurry picture of me barking at the corgi and his human in the distance.

So now that she’s exhausted me, Mommy says I can spend the rest of the day flopped on top of the air conditioning vent!

We’ve been napping!

Sorry for being a bit quiet on the blog lately!  Rogue would gladly spend all day blogging, but given her challenges with typing (that whole no-opposable-thumbs issue), she has to leave it up to mom-the-assistant, who doesn’t have the time to blog all day!

But if Rogue can’t blog all day, just what does she do with herself?

Hmmm…

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