Yay its almost Saturday, that means that Ms. Piper will be coming over to play wif us, and we will be exhausted when she leaves. She usually has a standing Saturday play date at our house. She likes us but we finks SHE likes cats better, she keeps asking our mom is Cotton is bigger, we think bigger is code word for "when I can take her home" Mom always says, "not yet."
If you look real close you will see the old man in the tree. That is what we call him. Sometimes he comes down from the clouds above and just watches from the tree trunk. We like him....we think. Its always a special day when we spot him.
This is Cotton checking out our toy box. We tried to tell her that she has her own cat toy box, but she does not care.
Why should she? She already has the run of the whole house, upstairs and downstairs, the porch and the outside. Us three pugs have NEVER been upstairs and of course we stay with the walls of Alcatraz. She is only 4 months old. How can this be fair?
The guard tower called and there is suspicious activity going on outside the walls of the prison. Where are you Cotton?
Then we have this guy that chatters down from his perch and tells us off everyday. I tell you friends life in Iowa is hard for us 3 little pugs.