O and om.
Odies’ newest art collage. He thinks everyone in it looks damn tasty.
But he’ll have to stick with domestic raised chicken and turkey for now. Or whatever those white strips called meat are that come out of the can. I’ve tried to talk to him about becoming a vegetarian. But he just smiled, meowed that he’s a staunch meatatarian, and asked for more duck flavored treats.
When he starts losing his teeth, maybe he’ll reconsider. Pls don’t send him any mail letting him know I changed the end of this blog without his permission…
O and om.
Hugs, O and om
when the hammers started pounding away at the house being rehabbed next door at 8 am, Odie said exactly what we (and Garfield cat) were thinking. We don’t do mornings. Afternoons are so much better.
Odie thinks the day should start at twelve pm and end at 4 am. I agree. I trained him that way. Now if only we could get the construction crew on board.
To artist and cat schedules everywhere, O and om.