It’s Doodle!

Psst. You guys!  It’s me, Doodle. Crepes wasn’t around and so I wanted to let you all know that I want to write, too! I’m ready for it!

My name is Dixie, but my friends call me Doodle. I’m honest, I’m loyal to my readers, and I really love my mom! I hate strangers, though. They make me so mad.

This is me:

Doodle!

and This is me:

So clean!

Anyway, what would you like me to write about?  I’m ready to bring you the news from a doggie perspective!  The world is our oyster! I love the world, except when people come up the stairs knocking at my door. Oh I HATE knocking!

 

Love,

 

Doodle.

 

P.S. My friend Pinkle is running for Speedy cat. Please vote for her once per day. It’s super, duper easy! One click, that’s it! I’ll give you a virtual lick. A lick per click! Hurray!

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Please Look At Oregano Jones (It’s Just Louie)

Dear Readers,

Today, I’d like you to meet Oregano Jones. (His name is Louie. You’ve seen him before, except he’s gotten a lot fluffier and a lot more full of himself.)

Do you remember this cat?

There he was in 2014.

Note the hairess tail, the black nose, the skinny frame. He was one of those kittens that MomFOD forgot to tell me she adopted. She claims he was a “try before you buy” and also a “buy one/get another one for the same price” because he came glued to Pinkle. Anyway, this is what he looks like now:

 

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Louie.

Well, MomFOD has just informed me that is not, in fact, Louie. How odd. It looks so much like I perceive his personality. Anyway, I’ve been told to share this photo instead:

Actually Louie.

I don’t see a difference, really. They’re both furry, they both bug me, and they both have a big ass.  Anyway, here’s what he has to say about himself:

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Crepes: Hello, Louie.

Louie: Oregano Jones.

Crepes: I’m sorry?

Louie: I go by Oregano Jones now.

Crepes: Umm… ok…why?

Louie: It suits me. I’m handsome, I’m adventuresome, I’m really- Woah!

Crepes: And he fell off the chair.

Louie: No fear! I have righted myself!

Crepes: Nothing could make you right. Tell me about this alter ego.

Louie:  Oregano Jones is who I’m known as in the industry.

Crepes: The pet fur industry?

Louie: In the movies! Have you NOT seen my films?

Crepes: Oh right. Those.

Louie: Anyway, this is where I got the name. And it stuck. So I’ll be using it going forward.

Crepes: Sigh. Your tail is in the pate.

Louie: That’s Biggie Fluff.

Crepes: Your tail?

Louie: Yeah. He’s got his own persona. Cuz he’s so magnificent.

Crepes: I – I just – Is there anything else you want to add about yourself?

Louie: I am fast! I am strong! I am- oh no!

Crepes: You’ve somehow managed to fall onto the floor from the floor. Well done, Louie.

Louie: Oregano Jones!

Crepes: Whatever.

Louie: Hey, can I read this before you post it? I want to make sure you make me look cool.

Crepes:

Louie: Crepes? CREPES??

***

 

And that’s Louie Oregano Jones.  He is fearless, he smells a little weird (mostly his breath), and he really thinks he’s great. What do you think?

His tail, known as “Biggie Fluff.”

Helping out the blog.

Love,

Crepes.

May I Introduce… Mr. Pants!

You Guys!

It has been SO busy over here with all this modeling I’m doing. Like, seriously, photos from every angle. Anyway, I’ve managed to escape the lens for a bit to bring you another profile in cat. Now, this one was sort of a surprise cat. A traveler, if you will. A rebel.

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Ladies.

You see, MomFOD had her heart set on getting a few barn cats for the barn at the new house. She did that. Long story short, one of them wandered into her kitchen and then into her heart. I keep telling her he’s only going to break it, but she won’t listen. Well, I’ll be there to tell her “I told you so” in due time. Until then, please welcome Mr. Pants!

 

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Crepes: Welcome, Mr. Pants.

Pants: Ladies…

Crepes: Eh, it’s just me.

Pants: Everything I say, I say to all the ladies in the world, all the time.

Crepes: Ok, then… tell us about yourself, Mr. Pants.

Pants: My name is Señor Pantalones.  I am black, I am soft, and I want you to touch me because you will like it.

Crepes: I’m just gonna sit right here. Now, I hear you’re a working cat. Tell me more.

Pants: You know, I used to work, but I made my fortune early and now I have retired to the good life.

Crepes: Do you want to elaborate on that?

Pants: Not really. Work is something I do not like to discuss. I do, however, like to travel. Do you like to travel, Crepes?

Crepes: No. I hide under chairs anytime I have to leave the house.

Pants: Tell me about your fears, Crepes.

Crepes: This is not at all what I want to talk about.

Pants: Do you want to cuddle?

Crepes: Dear lord, no.

Pants: You know, there is really only one human lady for me. But, if there are any other cat ladies out there, please see me if you’d like to have a cuddle.

Crepes: You know, you keep talking to the ladies but some of our readers are men. Is there anything you want to say to them?

Pants: Yes. I may have been neutered, but I still have more balls than you.

Crepes: Okee dokee.

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And that’s Mr. Pants!  An enigma with a Spanish accent who apparently really likes to cuddle and only likes MomFOD. Any questions for Mr. Pants?

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Lounging.

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“The secret to looking bigger is to keep the bush small.” – S. P.

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A taste of the indoors.

 

Love,

Crepes.