Lulu: “Okay, we got some chew blocks for Mr. Nibbles and a bag of timothy grass for Spicoli, but they’re out of mealworms. Do you think Vermin would like some crickets instead?” Chaplin: “She’ll probably complain about having to pick their little legs out of her teeth. But so what?” Blue: “The little tiny insects you have these days are so cute. We used to have dragonflies with two foot wingspans and millipedes nine feet long.” Charlee: “Oooh, giant bugs! So much fun to stare at … No, wait, that sounds a little scary, actually.”
Lulu: “Are you sure we’re allowed to park right here in front of the door?” Chaplin: “Sure, see the banner? It’s reserved parking for dogs, cats, hamsters, birds, and fish. We’re cats, you’re a dog, and Blue is a bird. Sort of.” Blue: “I’m what birds could have been if it weren’t for that giant UFO that crashed into the Yucatan.”
Hello friendlies! Lulu here, with a tale of my recent grand adventure! It started during the pandemic, when Mama and Dada started noticing tiny little round brown and black deposits all over the laundry machines in the garage. The laundry machines are white, so it was pretty obvious that these little pellets weren’t supposed to be there. It turns out these pellets are termite poop. Here’s a visual aid:
It’s important to make sure you’re not attempting to brew termite pellets in your Keurig or sprinkling them on your scrambled eggs.
Mouse: “What are you hoping to get from having Blue use her thumbs to open the mailbox?” Charlee: “We don’t really know, but Dada looks in it just about every day so there must be good stuff in there.” Blue: “These letters all say ‘Bill’ on them.” Lulu: “Hmm, there’s nobody here named Bill. Must be junk mail. Give them to me and I’ll shred them with my teeth.”
Hello friendlies! Lulu here with another life tip! I have a multi-part tip for you this time, but it boils down to this: Know when to go run, know when to slow ’em. Specifically, don’t run in places where you might fall down.