Smokey Bonty

Life is a highway. You may want to drive it all night long, but beware of your cousin Toonces is behind the wheel.

Sunshine in my eyes can ruin a good nap.

Being a speed bump in your caretaker's life gives you the satisfaction that you can slow them down or take them down.

I am reminded on sultry days like today that God created air conditioners for us furry critters.

I am still waiting for someone to invent a plate that replenishes my food on my command.

You put your right paw in. You take your right paw out. You scoop the litter out of the box. That's what it's all about.

On this Fourth of July as in years past, you will find me in my bunker (a big JC Penny box) enjoying a cold beverage and snoozing.

Damn fireworks.

A gentle but great way to wake your man servant in the morning is to growl and hiss at your tail as it twitches back and forth. Knowing darn well you control the damn thing.

What do you say to a tail that doesn't listen to its owner?

I cannot repeat some of the words I have used.

When a storm howls through the area, I recall why I let the man servant keep me inside rather than let me roam.

Nothing is more relaxing than bathing in the bright rays of sunshine. Well. Now that I think about it. A dish of snacks and catnip would be nice. As well as a kitty cocktail.

There is no better place to seek safety inside during a thunderstorm than that beat up cardboard box.