Greetings audience of readers of mediocre writing and the occasional chuckle–if one were pressed–that my Female Human Captor likes to call a “blog.”
My name is Bowls the Cat. My human captors insist upon calling me by the last name of that widely-foreheaded quarterback that hailed from the Giant Pumpkin University, or what other idiotic beings refer to as The University of Tennessee.
I didn’t like that name so I changed it to Bowls. I like bowls. They come in different sizes, textures, depths, colors…but I digress.
After a convincing takeover of this blog-by alternately pouncing onto the desk, landing on top of the keyboard then pouncing on my Female Human Captor’s hairier-than-mine-legs–rendering the blog totally mine to do with as I wish, I have mercifully decided to allow my Female Human Captor to share this blog with me.
I will post at my whim. She may post all other times.
In the meantime, I must insist that she regale me with a little Norah Jones and a nice glass of chardonnay…
© 2012 CThacker
Or braided them.
Now, THAT I don’t want to see! LOL!
So, all this could have been avoided if you shaved your legs? HA HA!