tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267511032009-02-20T16:57:00.873-08:00Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1148064051808500052006-05-19T11:28:00.000-07:002006-05-19T11:40:51.816-07:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/1600/Rachel%20cutie-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/320/Rachel%20cutie-1.jpg" width="341" border="0" /></a><br />The other day the pesty little human grabbed my tale and pulled it! OH NO!! Now I will have to watch out for the pesty little human to! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114806405180850005?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1147725739459738072006-05-15T12:53:00.000-07:002006-05-15T13:48:32.746-07:00I <em>almost </em>tore off dumb dog's head! And right after I got her once <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/1600/lydia"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/320/lydia%27s.jpg" width="182" border="0" /></a><br />one of my humans told her NO!! and pushed her away from me.<br />She to friendly and she's always bugging me like sniffinng! Its so<br />anoying!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114772573945973807?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1145980817621121312006-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:002006-04-25T09:00:17.626-07:00<a href="http://7roosters.blogspot.com">Chickens</a> are so dumb. I wonder who-er-<em>what</em> is for dinner tonight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114598081762112131?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1145750441254997892006-04-22T16:54:00.000-07:002006-04-22T17:21:40.170-07:00Look at <a href="http://7roosters.blogspot.com">this</a>.<br />I'm so glad I'm not that dumb. I hope they stay for the feast. After all, they'll be the guests of honor.<br />They don't even know why I said I'd help them with their blog <em>as long as they're here.</em> On second thought, they won't be running away any time soon. Especially after the humans eat <em>their legs.</em> [evil laugh]<br />I don't know why the humans are spending so much time with them, picking them up, holding them, playing with them. They bite, they're not cute and cuddly, and they don't even know how to purr.<br />Stupid birds.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114575044125499789?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1145737368991516302006-04-22T13:16:00.000-07:002006-04-22T13:22:49.000-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/1600/P1010009.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1900/2803/200/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Dog slobbers on me and stares at me for no reason. She disturbs my naps with her incessant panting.<br />My humans try to teach her to respect my personal space, but the truth is unavoidable. Dogs are dumb.<br />Can't you tell just by looking?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114573736899151630?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26751103.post-1145989878503306862006-04-21T11:17:00.000-07:002006-04-25T12:01:41.303-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7856/1511/1600/P4250480.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="69" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7856/1511/200/P4250480.2.jpg" width="234" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7856/1511/1600/P4250480.1.jpg"></a>I am a cat. I am a magnificent specimen, if I may say so. I weigh nearly 20 pounds and am tall enough to reach the kitchen counter with ease, which means I don't need to call undue attention upon myself when I want something off of the counter. Puny cats jump up; I can simply reach.<br />I love warm showers. My humans take a steamy shower every morning and they have learned to make sure I am allowed in the bathroom. The steam is good for my coat and my sinuses.<br />Every now and then they forget and lock me out, but I get their attention by jiggling the doorknob. They're slow learners, but with patience they can be taught.<br />I like the humans in my house, in spite of the fact that they can be dense sometimes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26751103-114598987850330686?l=life-in-a-litterbox.blogspot.com'/></div>Mr. Tim Bigglesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00538649622999940510noreply@blogger.com2