Another Saturday Night and I Ain't Got Nobody...

I woke up on the couch again. I got wrapped up in my fleece blanket and fell asleep while Patti was crocheting and watching TV. It's all good though, a nap never hurt anyone.

Did my nightly patrol of the perimeter...that's security guard talk. (My dad is a guard at a local coal company). No chipmunks, possums, or coyetes in the area. It's a hard job keeping those miserable coyetes under control. They usually stay on their own turf, but once and awhile, they try to sneak into my territory. Those slealthy chipmunks; they boldly come into the yard after the bird feed. I mean, I can barely tolerate the birds, much less some furry little rodents with pin-stripes.

Time to go to bed. I think I'll head back to the couch.

(Who sang this blog title in the early 1960's?)

In the beginning...

I've always heard, it's a dog's life...Well mine really is...I'm a Chocolate Miniature Pincher. I'm four and a half years old, AKC and CKC registered. I'm fourteen pounds of solid muscle.

They say a cat has 9 lives; well, I've been rescued twice. I've been abused and neglected alot in my life, but I finally found people that love me unconditionally.

Today was traumatic. Mommy (her name's Patti) ran down to the bank and Wally World. She always leaves the TV on, thinking I can be fooled into thinking someone's there, but now better. They forget I can see them when I jump up on the back of the couch...I mean, I'm just sayin'...

Well, I did watch a couple of episodes of the Saturday morning "Cost of Freedom" on Fox News. Then I took a nap in the Rebel Cave.