A Stupid Dad Multiple Choice Post

 And so this is how it goes.  

Dad:

a) slips 

b) slides

c) slithers

d) sneaks

out of bed:

a) before God

b) at stupid o'clock

c) before the ass-crack of dawn

d) at I can't sleep so I might as well get up o'clock

every morning, where he'll:

a) shuffle

b) bolt

c) zombie wander

d) zoom

off to the:

a) bathroom

b) kitchen

c) ash pit

d) garage

to:

a) slurp

b) guzzle

c) daintily sip

d) gob slobber

his:

a) mug

b) barrel

c) vat

d) thimble 

of caffeine, leaving:

a) Mutt and Jeff

b) Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner

c) Donald and Melania

d) Cleo and mom

 to sprawl out, making full use of the bed's total square footage to their hearts' content.  Notice who gets most of the space.

Mom and dad are on day 4 of their week of hiking since dad's got the week off.  With the exception of Wednesday (groceries, laundry, errands, etc.), the mom-tinerary includes miles of trails in Pisgah National Forest, Dupont State Forest, Hickory Nut Gorge, Green River Game Lands and Table Rock up by Linville Gorge.  So far since Saturday they've logged about 10 miles each day, including a few extra steps at the end of:

a) one 

b) two 

c) three

d) all 

 of those days up to the order window at Whistle Hop and Highland breweries.

Portrait of an Elegant Southern Lady

 

Dad says he calls this one "The Girl, with Fleece".  I say dad needs to hang onto his day job juuust a bit longer.

Share the Spotlight Sunday

 As much as I hate posting stuff that doesn't include me, I don't mind sharing photos of my cousin Fifi now and then.  As you may or may not remember, she's dad's oldest daughter's owner, and once in a while dad gets pictures of Queen Fifi. Here she is in all her lounging glory, pillow-spoiled and all.

 Love you lots, girl, now back to me.

More Lap Lovin'

 I think I've mentioned this before, but as much as I love laps I prefer them to be covered with fabric.  I've never been a fan of sitting on bare skin, but now and then the draw of a nice comfy lap is too much to resist.  I know my claws can be an issue, but one day recently Captain Underpants was lounging in our chair and I felt that very draw. 

Actually, as happens occasionally with both mom and dad, I was sitting in the chair and he wanted to take it over.  Sometimes I'll just squish over to the side, but in this instance I resettled on the no pants zone. 

Hey, sometimes a girl's gotta make concessions, you know?

Warm Weather Snuggles

 During the summer months I don't sleep with mom and dad as much as I usually do, but recently we had a day or two that were a little chillier than it had been. 

I ordinarily sleep on mom's side, down in the corner at the foot of the bed, but the other morning I stepped over mom and settled into the little bowl in the blankets between her and dad.  Snug as a bug in a rug, I was.  It's since warmed up again, so I'm back to my usual spot.  For now.

10th Anniversary Post

Orbit- Blog Founder and Original Old Fart

And then this old girl took over

It was 10 years ago this week that Orbit and I wrote our first post for Peeballs and Pooplogs, and boy, has a lot changed since then.

Yeah, like the immense improvement in the starring character, maybe?

Comparing Cleo and Orbit is like comparing thong underwear and bowling balls- they're not even remotely alike. 

 

Well that's a refreshing analogy someone just yanked out of his butt...

I'm just saying that you two couldn't be any more different, that's all. Our lives have been enriched in so many ways by two very distinct personalities.

What, and sticking to "apples and oranges" wouldn't have been good enough?

Anyway, Orbit and I began this blog ten years ago as a way to simply share our day-to-day existence, not knowing if anyone would care or be the least bit interested.

He certainly had the nap thing down!

  Who knew how many cat bloggers there were out there! Over the years I've enjoyed sharing our lives with you-

Head Bonks with Mom

the ups and downs, the happy with the sad- and I'm hoping we can keep it going for as long as we have something to share.  Cleo and I want you all to know how much we appreciate that you follow us, read what we have to say and enjoy our photos, even if it's occasionally tedious, unfunny or uninteresting. 

Those last words only refer to his non-me posts, of course. 

Sure, okay. So anyway, ten years is a long time to do many things, though I know a lot of fellow bloggers have been at it for far longer.

Amen to that.  Sheeit, about the only thing dad's ever been able to commit to for that long and then some is his relationship with mom!  Not jobs, homes, vehicles- you get the picture.

Ouch.  Anyway, I've enjoyed sharing all these years of day in/day out stuff with two of the best companions one could ever want.

The latter more so than the former, of course-

And we'll never forget poor little Grayson.

Dear, Sweet Grayson

Speaking of playthings, haven't you been saying you're gonna replace my chew pretzel for like, the last year or so?

Anyway, I won't drag this out.  Cleo and I will keep at it for as long as she feels like it, and thank you all for ten years of your continued attention.

The Queen, because of course

Ditto.