Blog Descriptions, Dirty Ears And Other Randomness

Well, I suppose I should change the description up there one of these days.  I'm heading toward my second year with this stupid thing, and according to the title my age hasn't advanced since I started.
     Since SOMEONE has a problem remembering things no one is absolutely sure of my age.  He's tried to place finding me as a newborn with the job he had at that time, and that's how he came up with my age.
     Sure, it'd be easier to just remove it, but I like to do things the difficult way.  And because this is my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want.  
     It's amazing how someone can be so snotty, yet so cuddly and as loveable as 'lil ole me. 
     On an unrelated note; they had to clean out my ears again last night.  Now, I know I get a special treat right afterwards, but I'm questioning whether it's worth it.  It makes me so damn uncomfortable, and it's kind of embarrassing that they get some chunks and gobs of shit out of my ears, but I suppose it's necessary.  Whatever.  I hear dad now and then saying that I won't stay mad at them for long since my brain is only the size of a walnut and the memory of the unpleasant experience won't last.  Keep it up, big guy- you think my comment in that other post was a low blow?  Don't forget, we've lived together for a long time.  I know a lot about you....
      

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I'm too damn old to be punished like this!  My paws are sore already.  This sucks.  I'm gonna run away.  I hate you.  I'm gonna poop on you when you're sleeping.  You know who you are.

One Play Two Play Three Play...

    Mom and dad have been letting me sleep with them again, and I've been trying to be good about not talking too much.  Well, this morning came, and I was behaving myself, but then they started moving around a lot like you humans seem to do, their faces all stuck together and making sloppy noises, when dad suddenly looked over and right into my eyes, all up close and in person.  
     That's right, I was sitting there like a statue near his pillow, not more than a foot away, watching them.  I can't tell you how relieved I was when they burst out laughing.  I thought for sure I'd be banished from the room again.  
     Once their laughter subsided they picked up where they'd left off.  No longer wishing to take part in the festivities I hopped over them and went out for my breakfast, knowing that it would only be a matter of minutes before they came out for theirs.