Tuesdays With Tag - Cabin Fever...

A Monkey On My Back

 

Hi, Everybody!

Well, here we are in February already.  I went out lookin' for my shadow just to see if we might get outta winter early. Then, I remembered we're in Wisconsin, and there might be snow right up 'til May. arrrrrgh!!! Enough, already!

When I'm not gettin' my face (or butt) swatted by the Queen of Corpulence (as Dad calls Claudette), I'm bein' harassed by the Ladies of the Manor. I know Mom already told you about that cheeky feline chasin' me around. I'm not runnin' away from her for my safety. I'm runnin' away so I don't clean her clock. Don't tell her though. She has to live in the barn instead of the warm farmhouse, so it's okay with me if she gets a little thrill now and then. No harm. No foul.

However, when I'm in the house, I like to think of it as my castle. A place where I can let down my guard. Relax. Let it all hang out. You know what I'm talkin' about. It's almost impossible with this Kid. She sticks her nose in my face and licks me all the time, for starters.

Whenever she gets excited, she either grabs her mom's back leg (weirdo) or gets in my face (grrrrr). When I've had enough, she gets to see my mouthful of pearly whites. I also have a fierce growl, but she takes that as a challenge. Drives me nuts!

But, when it's time to really rest, she can be almost sweet. I mean, look at her. She came over to my side of the sofa and went to sleep with her head on my butt. Who can get mad at that? Can't you just hear Mom singin' Lean on me?

She's Gettin' A Grown-up Profile

 

The Kid's gonna be two years old in a few months, and we can see that she's developin' her grown-up profile. We think she's gonna be almost as beautiful as her momma. Lucky Girl. She can lean on me whenever she wants...as long as she doesn't lick my face!

(By the way - Mom likes this picture 'cuz it looks like the little chickadee carvin' in the background landed on her nose.) 

So, that's the kind of abuse that peppered my last week. I think I need a vacation. How about you? Could you use a break, too? If so, trust me. I feel your pain.

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then... 

"Been There, Chewed That!"