Dear Friends,
This is Whitey Wobbles…
…and he’s my friend.
He was Mighty Lou’s friend first.
Then he took me under his wing and helped me learn the ropes.
He and Mightly Lou had matching bow ties.
Now I wear it with pride.
Guess what my good bud did?
He sent me a gift bag full of toys and treats.
Once I got the things out of the bag…
…Annie Sullivan came out of nowhere to investigate.
There were treats inside and she smelled them, so who could blame her.
Whitey knows I don’t have any teeth…
…so he sent soft treats.
The girls are not getting any of these.
I love soft treats…
…mmmm good!
Thanks Whitey for thinking of me…
…and for being a good friend!
Love you all!
Bow-Tie
The Dapper Gent
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Dear Friends,
Someone on Facebook made the comment, “Bow-Tie sleeps with dogs???”
Big dogs don’t bother me…
I am not partial to breed or color.
So please stop the Facebook negativity.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
Annie Sullivan is really good at opening things, so I’ll leave it to her.
See what I told you…
Courage came running when she heard the scratching and the balls rolling around.
Mixie was quite intrigued with the feather.
Broshi was attracted by the sounds.
…but then she helped Broshi find out how to play with the balls inside.
I think I’ll just take a nap and let the girls play for a while.
See you next week!
Dear Friends,
See this beautiful Christmas gingerbread house village?
Here’s a closer look.
How about now?
Now, who do you think inspired that one?
Hi Friends,
His answer???
Greetings Friends,
Only kidding…
I feel happy to get to play an Englishman (I mean Englishcat).
Actually…
Ah…
That’s all for now.
Dear Friends,
It’s uniquely me, decorated with my purrsonal bow tie collection.
The only thing missing is the gifts and I’m working on that.
In the meantime I’ll put a crinkle ball out for Santa when he arrives.
He’s a jolly guy…
Dear Friends,
While I was playing with some paper bags I may have discovered a Christmas gift.
So, what do you do when something like this happens?
I’m right-pawed, so I took a nice swipe at it.
Just to make sure, I gave it a swat with my left paw.
It’s a purrfect present for me!
Hi Friends!
Uh oh!
Why does this big lug think she has to guard my door?
And why does she feel the need to lick me all the time?
Turns out it wasn’t a kiss at all…
I’m a good sport though…
Dear Friends,
There was oil as far as the eye could see.
It covered everything, including me.
One bath didn’t really help…
Three baths later most of the oil was gone…
I know in the 50’s greasers were cool…
Lesson learned.