Five. Cats.

A couple of nights ago, TheLady snuck out the back door with a bowl of cat food - incredibly yummy stuff, btw, you should try it - and after a bit she came back in with a fifth cat.

This feline interloper is all white and meows a lot. He also fights with the original cats. I've only seen him once, since he's mostly been hiding in the basement and I don't like to go down there. That's cat territory.

They get to - can you believe this? - potty in a box full of stinky sand. I have to potty outside. In the cold. Which isn't so bad, but have you ever squatted to take a dump in the snow? Let me assure you, cold butts are not fun. And their food dish is filled whenever TheLady or The Bearded One notice that it's empty, day or night. My food dish - thanks to the beagle who can't hold his bladder or bowels more than a few moments after he gets the urge - gets put up every night before The Bearded One goes to work. I can't nosh all night, but that cats sure do.

They get to sleep on the humans' bed. They get full run of the house - us dogs aren't supposed to go upstairs without supervision because the beagle - again, good God, will I always be marginalized and restricted because of him?? - might pee on the carpet. TheLady assures me that she doesn't worry about me tearing things up or peeing in bad places, just Stewie.

The cats get carried around and talked to and their tummies tickled and whenever they flop on the floor and show their bellies they get petted. I show my belly all the freaking time and how often does it get scratched? Maybe twice a day.

Damn cats think they're special. If they're so special, why are they fighting with the new guy instead of just making him part of the kitty klan? Us dogs would figure out who's in charge in mere minutes yet he's been here since Friday.

At least cats are fun to chase. That's their one redeeming quality.

SNOW!!

The cats have been muttering about something called 'snow' for a while now. Every time they go outside and it's cold they come back in and say - sadly - that there'll be snow soon.

I was worried, ya know? They made it sound like such a bad thing. Terrible. Like a bath or something.

Well, let me tell you, snow's AWESOME! It's cold and fluffy and white and covers everything and POOF! every time I jump into it and it just plain rocks.

Cats are stupid.

Bored

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Nothing fun to chew, just plain old boring rawhides. It's too cold to play outside and we get in trouble for chasing cats.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Stewie got in trouble!

He snuck downstairs to the basement and ate the cat's food. While The Lady was in the kitchen. She heard, she yelled, and Stewie was Put Outside.

And it's cold out there.

You know, if he'd have waited until she went to bed, he wouldn't have gotten caught.

Chicken Pot Pie

Yummy stuff, that pot pie. The Beagle tried to hog it all, but I pushed him out of the way. This getting big thing is kinda cool, I must say.

Chewing. A dog's gotta do it.

There's a great big chewy thing - the humans call it a love seat - that tastes soooooo good. But I'm not supposed to chew on it. The rawhide strips and 'toys' and bones get boring. Why cant she understand that? And the rug? I heard her tell Bearded One that it just cost a dollar - I don't think that's much - but still I get in trouble for gnawing on it.

But it's soft yet bouncy, and shreds so well. There's a lot of satisfaction in chewing on something that shreds. And the love seat thing... just wow!

Makes rawhide strips seem dull.

I love it when...

There's a baking pan thing, and she puts it down on the floor for us to clean up. Tonight was chicken tomato cheesy stuff. And it was really yummy.

I'm gonna lick her for a while, and nap on the couch!