OK.

I have had it.   You can have him back.     What a big baby he is.     Geeze.    You would think I wasn't letting him out to potty or feeding him.   Good Grief.     All he has been doing for three days is whining.  

And he misses his Rubber Ducky.   
 



And speaking about sharpening one's claws.     Check out Bob's toes.     Does he never get a Mani-Pedi?     Could someone please, please come up here and clip this dumbies toe-nails?  Geeze.

And get this?   He is a PitBull for goodness sake.    And he still plays with a Rubber Duck?  Give me a break.      I tried to teach him the finer points of Mole Hockey and he just can't grasp it.       His excuse is that he is a lover of all things, fighter of none.      Well I will admit that is admirable, but a Rubber Duck?    Geeze.

I want to make it clear that I could have kept Bob in captivity for a LOT longer than just a few days.      I was, remember, the Cat in Control.      But I am trusting everyone who has been following this story and I am hoping that you have shopped at PetCo and gotten your free cans of Royal Canin cat food, so that a matching amount can go toward helping homeless kitties.

AND.... that you are planning to go to  The Kings Court Tavern this Tuesday AND this Thursday, listen to some great Dixieland Jazz and help support the Humane Society of Loudoun County.


This seems to be a terribly small price to have asked of you in order to get your Beloved Bob back into the Blogging Business he so desperately craves.   

And frankly?    Please keep him.    He is a terrible nuisance.

Thanks,

Beijing
Queen of Mt. Gilead
Enforcer Cat Extra Special
............. not Evil, just practical