Hey losers, yep, it’s Prada here. Sup?
New year, new me. Ever since Cook’s been adding a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ in my food**, I’ve been feeling GREAT! Ting on the other hand…wondering why she hasn’t written in her blog for ages? Well she’s been glued to the TV playing weird games where you just break things. Yeah, I don’t get it either, I mean who’d rather be doing that than petting and cuddling me? *shakes head* Can’t believe there’s someone in this household lazier than I am. So I guess it’s up to me to keep this blog running, and I’m gonna bless y’all with a fantastic belated Christmas gift–photos of ME. I know, you’re welcome.
Yea I know I’m badass. Channeling my inner Phantom there, haunting Ting cuz she apparently brought with her the coldest winter in like, my entire lifetime. I thought she was from California so she’d bring sun with her. *rolls eyes* At least I can rest on the furnace.
But yea, what else does one do when it’s winter besides hibernate? I just sleep,
and sleep,
and sleep, even if it’s uncomfortable, as long as I get Ting’s body heat.
She keeps me warm I guess…
It’s not cuz I’m clingy or anything, OBVIOUSLY NOT…nope. DON’T YOU DARE GET OUT OF BED, TING.
In exchange I keep an eye on her car…I believe she’ll have more squirrel updates for y’all later.
Then it’s back to napping. I mean throwing down. I mean…both? Yes, both is good.
One time they came home too quickly, and I didn’t get to shut off the computer in time. Stop judging, I KNOW you guys went to Atlantic City without me.
Look at me I’m so cute. Love me.
Uh…help me out please? Mom? Stop pointing that thing at me and help me out! I’ll do anything! Even the French girls pose!
Dang it. She helped me out…well, as promised. Ugh, this is so embarrassing I can’t even look at the camera…can we blur my face out at least?
I feel like this post was a mistake…must be karma. I promise not to talk crap about Ting again, sigh. I’m just gonna lie here and mope now. Until next time, awesome nerds.
**blog-owner’s note: joint pills prescribed by her doc, we ain’t doping our cat or anything
Squirrels Ate The Car! 