Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tuesdays With Russell.

You know what I'm wondering?



Why moms are such a great big fail in the amusement department when you tip over a freshly-filled water bowl. It's a whole lot of fun to do.

14 comments:

  1. yeah, knocking over a "favorite beverage" gets the same response here...

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  2. That's a fine portrait of you, Russell. You look stately and dignified, and plainly incapable of tipping over water bowls.

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  3. When it's so hot outside, aren't we also doing them a favor...fun plus practical application?

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  4. I'm sure when it happens, it's just an accident.

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  5. I think it's the same reason that Moms fail to be amused at the kitty who waits patiently for the litterbox to be filled with brand new litter before dropping an incredible stink bomb.

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  6. We think it has something to do with getting water all over the floor, and someone (not a cat) having to clean it up.

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  7. Unfortunately, we can't whap our water bowl over. It must be great fun to watch her have to re-fill it and clean up the wet floor.

    Tavi, Cody, Camie, Miss Jade and Gracie

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  8. That game is why we ended up with a new water bowl...
    --Jasper

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  9. Also, I'm excited to see the tree mosaic ... that is one GIANT template. And we're so glad you ended up with your true Mom. Really, who could resist you?
    --Jasper

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  10. (sigh) I'm with you on that, Russell. Mom's simply have no sense of adventure or appreciation for great art. Mine is always complaining about the water she finds on the kitchen floor from our bowl. Not to mention the time she fell on melted ice cubes when Dad put some in our bowl.

    George

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  11. Russell, you have to understand that moms have limited brain capacity. They can't reason out that it's only water and it dries. We cats have learned to tolerate their frailties and imperfections in exchange for their complete and total obeisance. Patience, my dear burnished one.

    Regally yours,
    Sophie The Tuxedo

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Wowee meowee.