Showing posts with label Hairballs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hairballs. Show all posts

Thursday, July 08, 2021

Bobservations

I’m gonna give you two Carlos stories this week; this one and the one that really kills me, down the page a bit.

Y’all know some of the Casa Bob y Carlos rules, one of which is I do the laundry. Well, as happen with cats, there is some hair-balling that goes on, and one night Carlos, who sleeps with a pillow on his feet, kicked said pillow to the floor, where it was in the perfect spot for MaxGoldberg to puke on it; and he did.

Carlos set about cleaning off the pillow and washing the pillowcase. The following morning, I was doing laundry and found the pillowcase in the washer, put it in the dryer and turned it on, and then began washing some clothes. Later I removed the pillowcase from the dryer as Carlos was walking by the laundry room, and I noticed all the dried hairball, um, “stuff” still on the pillow.

He hadn’t washed it, he just threw it in the washer and when I found it I thought he had washed it, so I tossed it in the dryer and then dried to Max Vomit™ onto the pillowcase.

After a huge discussion about the importance of washing materials that have been puked upon almost instantly so the puke doesn’t set, I then washed the pillowcase myself, and, luckily, all signs of hair-ballage were gone.

Can you imagine Tiffany testifying? 

I mean, she’d probably admit that Daddy kidnapped the Lindbergh baby if it saved her ass.

This is rich … Philip Godlewski, a spreader of QAnon conspiracies—most of which suggests that every Democrat and Hollywood lib’rul is a pedophile or sex trafficker—has pleaded guilty to lower charges of corrupting a minor in 2010.

Godlewski is currently incarcerated over a bad check arrest but while on trial for that charge came evidence of his arrest for a sexual relationship with a 15-year-old girl while he was serving as a high school baseball coach came to light.

Oh, the hypocrisy; it’s like all those homophobic Republicans that get caught looking for a blow job in an airport men’s room.

Last week, the U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear an appeal by Barronelle Stutzman, owner of Arlene’s Flowers in of Richland, Washington, who was fined by the state for refusing to make a flower arrangement for a same-sex wedding due to her ALLEGED Christian beliefs.

Good. Now take a seat, Barronelle, er, Karen.

The FBI is building its case against Robert Morss, an ALLEGED leader of the Capitol Insurrection, and have pieced together how he planned the attack.

Legos. Yes, FBI investigators seized a “fully constructed US Capitol Lego set” from Morss, along with a notebook containing instructions on how to create a “hometown militia,” court records published by The Smoking Gun revealed.

Legos. He used Legos, which once again proves that MAGAts are stupid.

I have an update on Tuxedo’s health. He had a recheck at the vet’s office last week for blood work and urine samples, and his kidneys are doing fine, and his numbers are good. All thanks to his new diet of Science Diet K/D that helps with kidney issues. His back legs are still wobbly, but that’s due to the muscle loss, but he’s a happy little camper and has made the best of his “new normal.”

And that story brings me to More Tales of Carlos. But first, a back story.

When we lived in Miami and had many rescue cats, Scruffy was the unofficial leader. When Scruffy went to breakfast all the other cars came to breakfast to, but never before Scruffy. When Scruffy was ready for dinner, the other cats followed suit. And when we rescued Tuxedo, he learned right away that Scruffy—whom I often called ‘old man,’ in that sort of English sense, like ‘old chap’—was the boss and Tuxedo did whatever Scruffy did; he loved Scruffy. So, when Scruffy passed away, Tuxedo took his spot as the leader of the cats, and I took to calling him ‘Old Man.’

One day this week, I walked into the living room and Tuxedo was sleeping in one of the chairs. I leaned over the chair, gave him a smooch, and asked:

“What are you doing, Old Man?”

From the dining room, Carlos said:

“Just working with my iPad.”

Tuxedo and I died laughing.

Sears and Kmart are selling Ashli Babbitt "American Patriot" shirts

Perhaps they forgot that Ashli Babbitt was shot once in the shoulder by a Capitol police lieutenant while attempting to crawl through a broken window leading to the Speaker's Lobby outside the US House of Representatives' chamber. She wasn't crawling through glass to attend a picnic or take a tour; she was part of an insurrection.

Shame on her, and shame on Sears & Kmart. If only I shopped there I could boycott them both.

UPDATE: Both stores have stopped selling this shiz after receiving backlash for their idiocy.

Alex Beattie gained fame, er, notoriety on Love Island, a reality show where he began a "showmance" with a woman called Montana Brown. 

As happens with these things, the couple broke up after the show, but Alex, with his cute face and his hot little body, suddenly found himself a career in modeling and signed a six-figure modelling deal. He models a lot of underwear, but I ain’t mad at that because he looks good.

And judging by this photo taken at an airport, he knows how to pack. That’s all.

Monday, August 03, 2015

Hairballs and Flip-flops and Giggles, Oh My!

I'm a child ... I admit it. 

Yesterday morning, while having breakfast in the kitchen with Carlos, I overheard Tuxedo relieving himself of a hairball in the living room. 

Since the rule at Casa Bob y Carlos is that I take care of what goes INTO the cats and Carlos takes care of whar comes OUT of them, I went to see what happened.

A hairball ... all over Carlos' flip-flops ... which is when I started laughing hysterically ... and when Carlos began muttering 'motherf**ker' under his breath.

I almost couldn't breathe i was laughing so hard.

Again, I am a child.

Carry on ....