Caturday Matinee: One Of Us Is Crazy And I Think I Know Who

The Ice Cream Cup Of Shame

Lulu: “Why are you wearing a Cone of Shame? Were you biting yourself or something?”
Chaplin: “It’s not a Cone of Shame. Cones of Shame are for dogs. It’s an ice cream cup with cat food smeared on the inside.”

Lulu: “All right, but why are you wearing it on your head?”
Chaplin: “Because I didn’t get all the cat food out of it yet.”

Lulu: “Doesn’t that make it hard to see? Aren’t you afraid you’ll bump into something?”
Chaplin: “No. I don’t need eyes and ears to find my way around. I have other preternatural cat senses.”
Lulu: “Such as?”
Chaplin: “Finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers, for one.”

Lulu: “You do realize your finely tuned and highly sensitive whiskers are also inside the cup, right?”
Chaplin: “I said FOR ONE.”

Later …

Can You Describe The Ruckus?

Chaplin: “Hey Charlee, are there any birds outside?”
Charlee: “Yes, there are birds outside.”

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Bucket Head

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Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day: All The In Memoriams

For Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day this year, I thought I would revisit all the “In Memoriam” posts from over the years of Dennis’s Diary of Destruction. There have, of course, been too many, but that’s the way it goes when your house is full of furry animals.

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The Tale of the Trampoline

Well, hello, Lulu. What are you sitting on?

“Mama claims it’s a bed. But what kind of bed is made of stretchy material and is up on legs?”
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