Hello friendlies! Lulu here, reporting from the bunker, also known as underneath Dada’s desk.
Lulu’s Life Tips With Bonus Lyrics: “Boom Snack”
Tag: cat food
Grub-A-Dub-Dub
Skunk: “This cat food is okay, but it’s not as good as grubs.”
Chaplin: “Seriously? Are you telling me I’ve been missing out on eating grubs?”
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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 …
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Dining In
“Waiter, I need a napkin.”
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Fish Heads, Fish Heads, Roly Poly Fish Heads …
So this morning I gave Trouble her cat food (Kahoots store brand … it’s all she’ll eat these days). This particular can was fish-based, tuna I think. In case anyone was wondering if this food is made with real fish, wonder no more … the can had an entire fish head in it. Eyes included.
I should’ve taken a picture, but I was running late and quite frankly it didn’t occur to me. Besides, I’m not sure anyone really wants to see a disembodied fish head sitting on a pile of canned cat food. Some of you may read this in the morning with coffee and a croissant, after all. So you’ll just have to trust me — it was a fish head, about the size of a silver dollar, give or take, looking up at me.
The cat ate it, too.
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