Even a cat is a lion in her own lair. - Indian Proverb
Hope everycat and bean had a good weekend.
We have been getting some strange comments in the past week. Lots from one particular non-kittie blog type. If we follow the link back it goes to a suspended page. So I had mum tighten up the comment moderation time and if this goes on I may have to go to total comment moderation which mum says will be a bit more work, but not as much fun as you won't see the other comments ahead of you if mum hasn't had the chance to check the comments out first.
Mum also has made it so no anonymouse comments too, so I hope none of you have issues leaving a comment.
Hope all my furiends out east are OK with all the snow. Uncle Flip lives out there, so he got lots of snow. On Friday he emailed mum and the rest of the family, said he had enough food, drink (alcohol), dry firewood, books to read. So he was all set to hunker down for the duration of the storm. Then he would dig out when it was done.
I also hope none of my furiends out in Connect-a-Dot had any one hurt in the explosion there at the power plant.
I spent most of my Sunday over at Gracie's for the Stouper Bowl Party. Olive and Opus came by to pick me up in the MFV and brought a blue wig for me to wear too.
Final Feetsball Report
The New Orlean Saints are Stouper Bowl Champs. I was hoping The Colts would win, but it was a good game. Not really decided until the 4th quarter, not a blow out by one team or another. The game for a change was better than the commercials.
Mum favorite commercial was The Dorito ones, mostly the first one with the fake dead guy, mine was the Dockers commercial coming right after the tighty whitey guys, which was rather strange.
Now mum says it will be time for CrashCar to start up, that means we can nap on Sunday afternoons.