Wrooooooooo, furends! OMDOG, I had SO much FUN last night! The Girl isn't sure exactly what happened, and I'm not telling. The things that are known are: The Girl was downstairs and the Roomie was either in the bathroom or her bedroom. I was left unsupervised in the living room, with the Min Pins and the CATS!
All of a sudden, there was a great clatter, and I was wroooooo-ing my cat serenade. The Pins were barking, and the Roomie ran into the living room. She found me (and Cleo) in the corner; I had Cleo pinned down behind a dining room chair and the big indoor house tree. The Pins were going crazy and I was having the MOST FUN EVER!
The Roomie had a very hard time grabbing my collar, because I was using EVASIVE MANOUVERS. I tromped on her toe for good measure, buying myself more time for FUN!
The Roomie had just captured me and was dragging me to the stairs. The Girl came up the stairs and ordered me down into our bedroom. She followed me, and locked me in. She said I was in EXILE. (At least she was in there with me.) The Pins kept barking, and every time I heard a sound from upstairs, I had to wroooooooooo or make my grumpy sound. And jump up against the door to try to get out. I don't understand why sometimes I can push the door with my nose and it opens, and other times it just seems to be shut even more.
After about an hour, I was still totally vigilant, totally ready to leap to the door at the slightest sound. The Girl made me stay in the room ALONE while she went upstairs to make sure evfurrybody up there was okay.
Lo and behold, the Roomie was on the floor, trying to coax Hailey out from under the couch. Sometime during the seconds when I was totally unsupervised, she got off the scratching post, too, only she went for the bunker under the couch. The Girl and the Roomie suspect that one or the other of the cats (or both) forgot I was in the room and started down off the scratching post. I noticed and it was GAME ON!
Anyway, eventually Hailey came out from under the couch. The Pins has been locked in the Roomie's bedroom while the Roomie worked on Hailey, and they got let out. I, on the other hand, remained in EXILE.
The only injury during the incident was to the Roomie's toe. Sorry, Roomie!
I had the BEST TIME! OMDOG, it was so fun! Unfortunately, neither the Roomie nor The Girl had the presence of mind to take pictures, so you'll just have to imagine the glory of it all. To help you, here are some pictures to remind you what Hailey and Cleo look like.
This is what they usually look like, perched up on the ceiling-high scratching post. The orange and white cat is Cleo, and the grey and orange one is Hailey.
This is how the cats look when they are heading on off the post. This is a picture of Hailey from a long time ago.
Anywroo, it was a MOST exciting evening!!!
In other news, I have received many compliments on the picture that used to be my header, the one where I have an Elvis sneer. Stella even asked me to ask The Girl to put it back up! Well, she didn't do that yet, but she played around and created a new picture, especially for you, Stella!!!
BOL, isn't it great?!
Today, it was warmer outside (only -3), so I was allowed to stay outside for a little bit. I heard our teenaged neighbours, and I raced to the back of the yard, barking my little brown head off! Their black Lab and I ran the fences and barked at each other (it's been so long since we've even seen each other!), and I bounded through the snow like some kind of deer, The Girl says. Of course, she didn't get pictures of that, either. Sigh.
The Girl is going to make me a compromise, she says. The longer she procrastinates about us visiting evfurrybody's bloggies, the more and more entries there are, and the behinder and behinder we get. So, after a very FEEBLE attempt on the weekend to catch up, she has decided that we will start reading evfurrybody's most recent posts, and then if "we" have time, we might catch up on the ones we missed.
I, for one, don't know how this is a compromise! There was no negotiation whatsoever. I think this is more of an executive decision by the one with hands than a compromise. But until I figure out a way to work the pooter on my own, I guess I have to accept it. Wroo. See you all soon, I'll be the doggy who has no idea what's going on with my furends.