Oh yeah...pidgets

When I woke up this morning to the sound of Checkers' guinea pig version of a cock's crow, I knew right away that this was no ordinary get-the-hell-out-of-bed-and-feed-me-bitch wake up call.

The usual pidget pweet-pweets were more like the squeals of an angry boar on helium. It went something like this: "PWEEEEET-pweet-pweet-pweet, PWEEEEET-PWEEEET pweet pweet pweet pweet, emm-oh-eff-oh!"

Translation: "You started this blog FOR pidgets and ABOUT pidgets, and you've turned it into OTHER FINE STUFF -- namely bad, fat kitties, you crazy em-effer!"

I listened intently to his concerns over some fresh romaine and apple cores, and after a brief impromptu photo shoot, we settled on pidget crotches for one whole week:



Lucky you, Internet.

One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war

Ok, I don't mean to dwell... I know we've been through this before... and he's been here for a few months now... but I still can't get over these thumbs.



Now, one could argue that Neiko has some kind of evolutionary advantage over his brothers, but so far this freakish super power has only led to better kitty toy control and superior grip on the scratching posts.

That, and a bit of an attitude.

He has developed a charming cockiness that says to Buddy and Blue, "that's right, bitches. I've got thumbs. We don't know what it means yet, but I'm pretty sure that makes me cuter than you."



Once more, with feeling: