Scorched Whiskers...

By Rondo, handsome blogger of infinitesimally boring stuff

Good afternoon dear friends. 

It has been a while since my last tapping of the computer keyboard.  Of course, you'll all be wondering why I was absent. 

​Well, I wasn't.  Not really.  I just decided it was time those other furballs carried their weight for a change.  Not that they'd do a bang-up job like I would but hey! ... I do ALL the work around the house as it is.  



​For instance, I

• crab and whine and yell at Grammy for food EVERY TIME she goes into the kitchen otherwise we'd never get fed,
• sit at the water fountains and water-bowls and smack at the water splashing it everywhere to remind Grammy to refresh each of them with sparkling clean water,
• practically sit on Grammy's head at night and whap her with my tail to show I love her,
• pounce on the girls and Etude, especially Whiskers, to make sure they know who's king of the condo, 
• incessantly demand grooming from Grammy and the other four furballs to keep me super handsome,
• bite and snap at Grammy when she's trimming my claws to test reflexes (hers) and keep her challenged,
• scratch walls with my untrimmed claws when she gives up to show who's BOSS of ALL, even Grammy.

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Supervising Mr. Plumb

But that isn't the purpose of my blog today. 

​I hear Mr. Plumber is coming this afternoon.  You know... The guy who fixes drippy faucets, drains in kitchen sinks and such-like, changes out toilets and whatever else Grammies need fixed of the plumb nature.  I imagine it's a plum job too! 

​Well, I've decided to help him.   I'm sure he'll appreciate me getting in there to verify that he's using the proper copper piping *giggles*  Oh, that sounds funny.  Proper copper.  *giggles again*  I wonder if he'll use solder to seal the joints or maybe new technology has come up with something better?  I should have researched that one.  I guess I'll find out soon. 

Only thing is, if he's using solder I'd better high-tail it outta there until that part is done.  Maybe I'll send Etude in to investigate that part.  He won't mind the fire-breathing dragon.  I don't like those blow torch thingies with hot flames.  Scary stuff. 

*Knock, knock*  Oh, he's here.  Etude, you go supervise while I finish up the blog. 

Dear friends.  The girls are locked in the bedroom so that Sweetie doesn't get underfoot and end up with singed whiskers.   She's fearless and a curious one, that girl.  And there's no controlling her if we let her out.   

*What's that, Sweetie? No,  You can't come out just yet.  There are No insurgents today. Relax. It's just the plumber.  I said TAKE A CHILL PILL!   Yikes she's a bossy one.  

See you next time, friends. Gotta go take over from Etude.  He's looking quite concerned... but then, unlike me he doesn't know anything about plumb stuff.

Comments are welcomed... especially the funny ones.    ​​

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Holding Etude's paw. He's quite concerned about the stranger in the kitchen.

What was that? Someone lit the blow-torch? Yikes, it's scary.