Climbing High

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Good morning. Smitty here.

I've been hanging around here for days waiting for my mom to get off the computer so that I could tell you what's been going on. And it's been bad, let me tell you. Gracie and I submitted to the biggest insult of all time this weekend. My mom and my dad went off camping and they left Gracie and me at home! And that's not the worst of it! They put Gracie in the basement and closed the door, and they left me to patrol the upper levels of the house...by myself!!! They said it was so I didn't jump on Gracie, and Gracie agreed with their evil plan. And I'll just say right here and now that the entire weekend sucked gophers. Yeah, big suckage here.
I'll admit that sometimes I jump on Gracie, but how can I help myself when she's lying there looking so delectable? I mean, who could resist all that pillowy softness?

Am I right about that or what?
But that's not the worst of it. I had to sit by the window and watch all the intruders in the yard the whole danged day! And wouldn't that just waggle your whiskers? Like these weird looking dogs.

And these giant buzzy bugs.

And Uno! Cripes!

But the worst part was this guy. I thought I had all the squirrels chased away from the house, but here's this guy, sitting right outside big as you please. Chitting and chatting at me with his big teeth. And I'm telling you that really frosted my nostrils.

And there was nothing I could do but just gaze at the catnip outside and practice my zen. Ohmmmmmmmmmmm...and wait. And wait. And wait.
Well, the second my mom and dad got home, I made a bee line for the catnip and took a big huff of it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... That is some wicked weed, heinous herb, luscious leaf.

But that just made me want to get high, and so what could I do but climb this big Douglas Fur tree?

And my mom was standing down below and she kept telling me I was gonna regret it. And she kept taunting me, asking me how I was going to get down.

And holy tuna fish. I'll admit that I wasn't sure myself.

My mom always tells me that when you find yourself too high, you gotta stop climbing. So, I started working my way down bit by bit.

The view was purretty good. Why do I always forget to bring my binoculars?

I wasn't scared. No sirree. Not me.

Finally, I made my way to this ledge thing and sat there for a while...you know...just so nobody would think I was worried or anything. But I was starting to get hungry.

And sometimes, you know...

A guy's just gotta take a leap of faith, so...

Cowabunga!!!

And then, I just walked away passively, just like my mom taught me.

Thanks for listening. Smitty, signing off. Pin It