Thingys good for
you, not for pusses
Doug was my first friend. He thinks he adopted me.
Ha, ha ha! I got him. Bump, bump, purr, purr...
doesn't take much to get free food. Lots of brushes.
Soft, warm bed. Sleep all day. Puurrfect deal for
pusses. Here I am sleeping with my best friend,
GoldiPuss. That's me on the right. (GoldiPuss adopted
Morri, Doug's wife.) Doug says, I'm "Ying" and
GoldiPuss is "Yang".
Doug works day and night at his computer. His Internet friends
call him Doogles ... and he calls me Pussicle ... so go figure!
Doug is strange, but then, he does feed me. He has these
You can click it, but we pusses don't care. Brush,
food, sleep. No time for thingys. Not for pusses.
Good for you, maybe, not for pusses.
Oh, oh! Doug says I get fish if you click the
thingys. More clicks, more fish.
click, I'll purr. Deal? Doug says I am an
"Exceptional TomCat", I guess that makes me an
GoldiPuss likes computer mice. I don't mouse. I
tell GoldiPuss food comes in those tinny thingys but
does he listen? Noooo. Does he throw up? Yessss. He's
not got all four paws on the ground that GoldiPuss.
One day he even treed himself.
Time to nap. Click the thingys.
If you like pusses,
LINK to us pusses.