weekend woes

My girl and I were just sitting quietly, enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon, when she took this picture of me...


And then she said "Tad - you are filthy! You need a bath!" Can you believe it?! (never mind those specks of dirt on my face)


I do not need a bath! I am so clean that the camera can't even handle my pristine white hair!

I'm okay! and so's my girl....

We are all alive and well, with no more nasty things inside our bodies. As I said in my last post, I have NOT been allowed to kiss Massah. *sigh* It's been so terribly difficult. Here I am, trying valiently to hold my tongue in.... It has a mind of its own and it automatically tries to go up her nose.



This is what we've been doing - layzing around and watching way too many reruns of reality shows.



I have of course been incredibly helpful. And after sleeping approximately 65 of the last 72 hours, we are back to normal!



Whatever that means.

good and bad

Although the vet'narin said nasty, NASTY things about me (like, "Tadpole does not need to gain any weight") there weren't any major problems, unless you count lack of blood because they stole a lot of that. However, my girl did not get the same response from her vet'narin; she has to have some surgery tomorrow (nothing major... she'll be home tomorrow afternoon). I only say this so you will not worry if you don't see us for a while. I'm sure she'll moan and groan for days on end and use this pathetic surgery as an excuse to avoiding helping out around the blogs. The negative: we have already been told we are NOT ALLOWED to kiss her at all tomorrow (I don't know how I'll survive). The positive: she will be stuck at home for a few days and under the influence of anaesthetic and will perhaps feed us several times a day because she won't remember if she's fed us before. Keep your dewclaws crossed!

...

tomorrow will be the worst day of the year. at 5-00 pm my girl will drag me and mean sister fig to the car, only to force us to enter the dark doors of a "clinic" that will steal my blood and inject me with mysterious chemical compounds. a "doctor fraker" will poke and prod me with torture instruments, all the while speaking in a soothing tone and telling me "it's okay, taaaaadpole." men and women in lab coats will murmur quietly in the background, while other animals run back and forth past the door - are they trying to escape the horrible and painful demise awaiting them? i will smell the unique scents of those brave souls who have gone heroically before me and have.... *sigh* i can't bear to even finish that thought.



is this a new "hannibal" installment? a lost scene from "x-men"? the newest "batman" franchise? a never-before-seen scene from benjamin linus?

i don't know.

but i'm scared.

Sunday

I thought Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest?! My girl evidently didn't get that memo - look at what she was doing!


She is a little late on the "spring" cleaning, but she was sure going at it today.


Since she didn't rest, Mean Sister Fig and I made sure we did enough rest for us all.




At the end of this video, you'll see another project Fig and I did together. There was CHAPSTICK in that pocket, but not any more!!!!!

oh noes!

Well Leah is mad at me for chewing on her Cubs hat. And when she sees this, she'll probably be even more mad....


This was found OUT of her room, in the middle of the living room floor.


Normally I would claim no knowledge of this.


However, as you can see....


Ah-hem. I was caught.


I'm thinking of another story....

watching the Cubs

While Massah was reveling in the Cub's glorious plays, I wandered into Leah's room. Look what I found after rumaging around for a while!


I was just showing support any way I could, you know?