Quit Hogging Jesus

   While in Big Town at a hospital a week or so ago, we bumped into a medic that works for our company and another. He told us the AMS patient he had just brought in kept saying, “My Jesus, my Jesus” in between screaming uncontrollably (she was very altered, possibly a stroke pt).  He wanted to tell her to quit hogging Jesus, that He was his Jesus too. 

Love and cuddles from Smokey Bear

 Since Mom hasn’t done an update in fur-ever, I have taken matters into my own paws and am typing this. I am sure that all of you wish to know how the cutest little boy, as Mom calls me, is doing. 

  I am doing quite well. For some reason, I had to have a surgery. I do not quite understand why, as I was already purrfect, but I have certainly used it to my advantage to get extra treats and cuddles. Sometimes, I will walk/waddle funny, just to try to make Mom feel guilty. It is not as successful on her as I expected, but Aunt Kirstie immediately apologizes to me, and responds with an almost appropriate amount of treats and cuddles for my pain and suffering. Almost. She tries though, and allows me to use her many fuzzy blankets while watching videos on her phone, so I suppose I can excuse her unintentional incompetence. At least fur now. 

 Here is a picture of my handsome self:

  I believe this was taken yesterday. Mom is at the stupid place she calls "work." Her job is to stay home and cater to my every whim, not leave me all alone and treatless! 

  Speaking of Mom, she  said something about finishing the digging part of the footing for our house Saturday evening. She sounded excited. I don’t know why- how is a footing more exciting than me?Whatever, parents are weird. She also said something about my “Big Brother” Banjo-something-or-other helping. And a "little sister," Ladycat, or something like that.  I don’t understand why she says I have a big brother and sisters; I am an only child. Once purrrfection is reached, no additions or former mistakes are needed. 

  I have also been helping Mom study lately. Here I am learning about this "psychology" thing. Simply put, humans are weird and fragile, not at all clever and sturdy like cats.

  I do not have much more to say... my Aunt Kirstie and Marmoo are home, so I need to show them how cute I am, and how much I need ice cream now. Hopefully, Mom will update you soon. If she doesn't, just get right in her face with a cute, yet serious, expression, and meow "Mo-om;" it usually works. Good night all, and here is a picture of me pretending to be a kangaroo:

 Love, treats, and cuddles,

 Smokey Bear 🐾

A Very Good Evening Indeed

 

Thursday Randomness

  When Ladybug finishes eating, she puts herself to bed in the barrel Mom puts the dirty whites. She takes a lot of naps there! This is provided that she is not loudly demanding to be let out. She has turned into quite the cuddle bug here lately!

  I am over halfway done with the footing as of yesterday!!!!!!!! Peppy was surveying my work- I hope its up to par!

  I thought this was really cool with the moon behind Peppy. He even held still for me!

  It is definitely starting to look and feel like fall in this area; what is the weather like in your area?

  He knows he is cute, even if he still a bit cranky from his sleepover at the vet...

   I saw this at a grocery store on Sunday; isn't it hilarious how it looks like a top?!?

  I don't really have much else to say. Life has pretty much consisted of work, school, and digging the footing, with a dash of vet and chiropractor visits thrown in there. Nothing too terribly exciting to tell youns.

  I am at work today, and it has been busy. Not a ton of calls, but everything has been time consuming and it was date check day to boot (date check day is when we check the expiration dates on everything in the ambulance. It is tedious.). How are all of you doing?

  Happy Fall!

 Emmy