Hello friendlies! Lulu here, with another life tip! Now, you may have heard that humans have got really big brains and are really smart, but I am here to tell you—and show you—that this is pretty much just propaganda spread by, you guessed it, humans. Just watch how long it takes my poor addlepated Dada to figure out (a) what I’m asking him to do and (b) what it is that I’ve got in my mouth:
As you can see, not only does Dada have to ask me repeatedly if I have a piggy, but at various points he becomes completely incoherent. Is it the time change? Is it not enough coffee? Is it too much Irish Cream? Or is it just that humans are not as big-brained as they would like us animals to think? I don’t know yet, but I am planning to find out. But first, if you’ll excuse me, I have a stuffie to play with.
Until next time, friendlies, this is Lulu, rolling over and out!
Vermin: “HISSS! Nasty cats, leaving litter in the street!” Charlee: “It’s not litter, it’s our latest plan to make the giant can of tuna fall down.” Chaplin: “When it stomps on the sign, it’ll step on the skateboard, the skateboard will roll away, the can of tuna will fall down, Blue will pop it open, and we’ll all eat like kings!” Spicoli: “Won’t it just squash the skateboard flat, dudes?” Charlee: “Maybe. But that’s why we piled Legos and a banana peel on the skateboard.” Chaplin: “Okay, Blue, hit it!”
Producer Smurf: “So what is this new scheme you’ve smurfed up here?” Chaplin: “We’ve attached a couple of rockets to the steel cable. When the can of tuna stomps on the sign, we’ll fire the rockets.” Charlee: “And then the can of tuna will trip and Blue will pop it open with her claw and we’ll all eat like kings. Hit it, Blue!”
Hello friendlies! Lulu here, with another life tip! Now, you may remember that a few weeks ago I posted about how you’re probably not as good as multitasking as you think you are. This week, keeping up with the theme of making the best use of your time, I’m here to remind you that it’s okay to take a little break now and then. You might be occupied with a difficult long-term project, say, hunting down all the gophers in your yard, and it’s good to have and work towards a goal; but, still, it’s important to now and then step back and relax a little, and maybe do some roaching and get a belly rub and let your tongue hang out a little. Here, I’ll demonstrate:
Charlee: “We’re in position. When the giant tuna can comes by, we just have to lift up the cable.” Blue: “All right, just let me know when you’re ready for me to write the new ‘supermarket’ sign.” Chaplin: “Three … two … one …” Spicoli: “Where are you dudes going?” Mouse: “Just heading into the backyard. We can’t bear to watch any more of this fiasco.”
Chaplin: “Okay, so now we just have to lure one of the giant cans of tuna this way, and when it trips over the steel cable, Blue will pounce on it and pop it open with her claw. And then we feast!” Vermin: “HISSS! Yeah, okay, Tucker-cat! Good luck with your foolproof plan! Ha ha ha ha!” Spicoli: “Dude, I thought the idea was that you would pile up sharp rocks and the can would pop itself open on those.” Charlee: “Well, it turns out rocks are pretty heavy.” Lulu: “Aren’t thick steel cables pretty heavy too?” Mouse: “Shhh.”
Producer Smurf: “So you’re smurfing it’s not supposed to smurf the case that giant cans of tuna smurf around the countryside stomping things into the ground?” Mouse: “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Spicoli: “I don’t know, dude, I have trouble even imagining a world like that. What do the cans of tuna do there?” Mouse: “They sit in the pantry waiting for someone to open them and eat them.” Spicoli: “Pfft yeah right! Nobody has a pantry that big! Tell us another one, dude.”