It is early February in San Francisco. This is a view of the area in front of my house. This area gets a lot of sun. That must be why the people put all these great cat circles out for me. The mulch is nice and toasty when the sun has been out. And I use the circles for anything I want! Let your imagination run wild - or even not so wild. I don't know why the Food Dude yells at me when I squat in the circles. I do wish those green things would go away. The Food Dude yells, "Get off the tulips, Weenie!!!" Which brings me to the next part of this blog entry.
I was tagged by the Zoo, http://cole200.blogspot.com/ for the nickname meme. I am Halloween because am black and orange. But I get called these other names too:
They call me Weenie. Totally undignified. Unacceptable. Beneath me.
They call me HalloweenCat. A more formal name, befitting my station in life. This is ok.
They call me Queen of the Cats. That is more like it!
They call me Whiny. That's when I use my annoyed voice, when the people aren't behaving and fulfilling my every wish.
They call me Barfola. I don't like this one either but it does fit sometimes. To all the cats who offered fine and kind advice about curing my barfolaness, I take tasty meds every night for this. The V-E-T has been monitoring my barfiness my whole life.
Time to go look in our neighbor's - the Pink People's - back yard and see if the pit bull is there...