COOL CATS AND A HOT DOG
Ah, a little to the left, B...
I've Got My Eye Out For Crooks!Woof, Kids!
Whew, what a whirlwind. The peeps hauled my fluffy self to Dallas and it was fun-filled...especially for them. It was one giant par-tay...dinners, lunches, Neiman-Marcus (the original), Sprinkles Cupcakes (not the original in Bev. Hills, but, better), Tex-Mex, fab shopping and fab friends and special, special people. Hold on, I have to grab a sip of sparkling water before I am able to keep tapping these keys. Okay, good to go.
Me? I got to hang with the sweetest guy in Texas, BB and his best girl, B. Yeah, we're talking lot-o-b's 'round Big D!! Wait...all those letters are making my head spin and twirl. Hey, I'm not opposed to spinning and twirling, but I usually expect some sort of divine treat at the end of all such antics.
My fur got especially fluffy when Martin joined our antics, but he left the Pudge at home in Fort Worth, so we sent him some lovely treats and just had the most fun anyway.
Of course, my main guy, Brandon, and the future Mrs. Brandon, were the bestest part of the entire visit. Yep. They give the Diva-Dog all kinds of super-great attention and I could hang with them until the cows come home. Um, exactly when DO those bovines come home anyway. I digress.
Mutts, while chillin' with B and B, I tried my best to buddy-up to the coolest cat in town, Crookshanks, who lives with 'em. Another kitty calls it casa, but she's not really a part of this partik story.
When I say cool, I mean that fat-cat is THE coolest. Don't ya know that feline struts his stuff all over the property just checking things out. He is in control, both inside and outside. You should get a load of him, patrolling the perimeter, as Brandon puts it. Crooks is a free-spirit and does his own thing, pretty much. He is also something like a mutt. Yeah, not kidding. He comes when called, takes walks with B and, well, is just smarty-smart.
When I say cool, I mean that fat-cat is THE coolest. Don't ya know that feline struts his stuff all over the property just checking things out. He is in control, both inside and outside. You should get a load of him, patrolling the perimeter, as Brandon puts it. Crooks is a free-spirit and does his own thing, pretty much. He is also something like a mutt. Yeah, not kidding. He comes when called, takes walks with B and, well, is just smarty-smart.
The thing is though, Crooks (as I like to think of him) is amazingly aloof to the Diva-Dog and it makes me sad. Can you even begin to imagine not being my bud? I just have to wonder how he can resist my moody and expressive eyes and waggy-tail. He does. No problem.
Now, it is pret-tay groovy that we can hang out together a little bit and all that, but it's across the room, no closer than the distance of a room, ever.
Picture this, a sweet Cavi all tail-waggy and animated on one side of the room...gazing, hopefully, across the carpet toward Crooks. That crazy fur-ball gives me his superior glare, but I take a shot and step on across to the middle of the room. Um, at this point...the furness demonstrates what only cats and yoga-letes (people who practice yoga, yeah, made up word) do so well, the old "cat-back" stance. You know the one, which pretty much means...back off you dumb-ass dog or you will regret setting paw in the Lone Star state. Guess what? Um, I back right on off and get myself across the room, pronto.
Hey, I won't be totally discouraged...I will keep on keeping-on with the "let's be friends" biz. Pretty sure that won't be happening, but I will give that Crooks a high-paw as he allows me to hang in the same room with him and seems...well, not TOO miserable about it.
All of you faithful readers know how much I just loathe gossip. Oh, yeah. BUT...it does seem to me that Crooks is a teeny-weeny bit jealous of the affection heaped on me by Brandon and Brit-Nic. Heaped, I'm telling you. Oh, I can tell in the way he hisses and gets that...you bitch (yeah, I know I AM, but still it is kind of rude, don't you think) look in his eye. Truly, I don't think he is feeling too insecure about his place as the alpha-pet, because when he reaches his paw out to take a swipe at me, it is totally half-hearted. He knows I will be outta his digs soon enough and he can get back to may-jah relaxing and cuddling with the B's.
Heck, I dig Crooks, even if he resists all my attempts at hangin' with him. Kids, he is way better than that feline...Kaeda. She just hides under the bed until I am gone. Basically, these cool-kitties just don't know what they are missing.
Bark at me, I am back in the Sunshine State being groovy!
Hey Diva Reggie. It's so good to have you back on cyberspace. I know you have been pretty busy but it's good to read about your adventures. And it sounds as if you had one helluva time in Big D with all the B's.
I am glad you sorta got along with the alpha-cat in his own digs (even if it was across the room). As for myself, I don't even try with the feline persuasion, I just chase 'em.
What with all the dinners, lunches, shopping, etc., were there puppy treats for the Diva? I know you must have been left alone some of the time. So, the least they could do is bring you something yummy. If I know Moolie, she did.
Anywho, it is good to have you back and ready to gossip(I love gossip).
High paws and nubbin' wags to you. Bitsy
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