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.