Until someone yanks the leash too hard and the thing yelps. Helton and I are really into chasing the leashes when they're on the things. Sometimes when we land a little too hard, it obviously works up the big wuss and he yelps. Whatever. Man up.
So, mom was sad because the Raiders lost yesterday. Of course that means that the Broncos won! I'm kinda mad she took cousin Michael instead of me, but I'm not really into car rides. It would have been fun to have gotten underfoot there. She said there was lightning and thunder and rain. I don't mind lightning and thunder, but I'm not into getting wet. She said there was a mean Bronco fan that made fun of her on the walk back to the car. It's a good thing I wasn't there because I would have... would have... uh. I don't have claws. I would have brought out the Vinner. He has claws, and we don't mess with him. The things avoid him. Mainly because he weighs twice as much as they do! He protects our food from them, however he then eats almost all of it himself.
We got to see our Uncle Craig yesterday. I kept rubbing up on his leg but all he ever did was say "hello, cat". Something about allergies. Did he not see how handsome I am? Then Vinny sneezed and he said "I know how you feel". Maybe they should pull some of his teeth like they did to Vinny and see if that helps at all.
This morning, Helton the pain in the ass was being a bad kitty as usual. Dad took him down off the counter and put him on the floor. Then he walked past me as I was just lounging around and smacked me upside the head. Uh. Don't worry. I'll plot with Vinny and we'll get revenge. Sometimes it's nice to have a big thug named Vinny around.
Ciao,
Ellis D
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