Ribbon Watch?
Pop wanted me to tell you guys that Martini’s “ribbon watch” is over. She said to tell you she still doesn’t know where the ribbon went, but she knows now, after a couple of weeks, where it didn’t “end up”
I have no idea what she is talking about but she said you guys would know. I mean is that some secret code that only dogs and people understand? Maybe we felines should have our own code for things. I suggest a code to represent people who take their dogs out to poop and then look carefully at the poop when the dog is finished. We could call that insane, if you ask me.
Have a great weekend and let’s all celebrate the ending of “ribbon watch” whatever the hell that means. Who cares, any reason to celebrate is good by me.
Sincerely,
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys)
posted by pissed off patricia at 2:20 AM
13 Comments:
Good news!
Didn't I tell ya it would make you nuts? Heh ...
fred...
there is a yellow ribbon on the old oak tree here
We all know you hid the ribbon, Fred, just to create a little drama in the house. So you could watch the humans run around looking silly. Clever cat.
Fred are they paying any attention to you! sounds like you are not in the loop any longer
I hope it came out somehow, Pop, and maybe Fred just hid it or you missed it. I hope it's all okay!
Meanwhile, hope everyone in the Pop household has a great weekend!
A toast of extra catnip to such good news!
PoP--
did you check under Fred's bed for the ribbon?
just wondering.
Have a great weekend! I'm guessing that ribbon never made it into Martini.
Oh, like you don't look at the dog's poop when nobody is watching!
you have a good weekend too Fred
thanks for sharing the good news
Just don't concern yourself too much over what any dog may have eaten, Fred.
Let me put it this way: I recently found my lost pair of black stretch-lace boy-short panties. As much as I loved and missed those panties, there was no way in hell they were going into the washing machine.
Glad Ribbon Watch is over, Fred, even if you don't know what it meant. Our old dog Alice once ate half a bra. Three days later it came back the way it went in.
Sending best wishes from Baxter!
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