This entry is all about the proper respect being given to someone/thing when it is truly desreved. Think about your life for a second. If there is something that you absolutely excelled in, could you do it for 16 hours a day? The amount of focus and energy would be almost incomprehensible. That leads to todays recipient of my highest praise. HOBBES!!!!!!!
There he is, on the right, holding on to wakefulnes by his two front teeth. Actually he has four teeth. Yes just four front teeth. The others are nubs from 14 years of tough living. Hobbes is the king of sleep, as are most cats I guess. The difference is Hobbes sleeps so that he can later achieve bouts of athletic prowess that are only dreamed of by other quadripeds. My guess is that his nightly jump onto the counter to search for butter, flour or food scraps has an opportunity energy cost of probably three hours sleep. It depends if he actually can get into the butter for nourishment. Not only is he extremely athletic. We, especially Amy, likes to think of Hobbes as something akin to a prototypical NFL DE. Kind of big, (16 lbs) yet very agile, quick and strong. If you walk by him he will showcase all three atributes by lulling you into a false sense of security by looking something like a hunting trophy rug. Then as you pass, usually with a drink or soup in hand, he stretches his disproportionately long arms out and wraps around your ankle. He then pulls his back legs into your anle and proceeds to "give you the business."
Of course that is exhausting, so Hobbes needs his rest. After a tough day he just wants to be alone, note the top left pic.
Hobbes' other great talent is his wits and opposable thumbs. He can actually open the latch to the basement door if we shut him down there. I have witnessed the feat with thine own eyes.
I could go on heaping credit on this well-deserving feline, but by the sounds of his whines i can sense Hobbes is a little famished and probably needs to sleep. He has been up almost seven hours, with but a little nap.
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Now for the real story. Hobbes is a fat P.O.S. He's over 16 pounds. He barely has 4 teeth and he howls and whines like a baby. Yes he grabs your ankles, yes he climbs on the counter and licks the butter-which gives me a good idea! Maybe I'll put some tobasco or something in it to 'flavor' it!
What? New post and no comments about AI and Kelly Pickler??
She was good last night. Good performance from a few others as well.
I understand Hobbes was so overwhelmed by the kind words spoken of his athletic prowess he left you a little present this morning. Maybe he ate too much butter? dk
James,
I was actually a little down on Pick Pickler's singing last night. A full wrap-up to follow after tonight.
Yes, Hobbes decided to leave me a present. Due to the fact he has no chewing teeth, just front fangs, he sucks his food in like a Dyson. Sometimes a little too quick for his belly. Well, he sauntered upstairs and deposited his breakfast in the heel of my work shoe.
Hobbes scored some points with ME today!!!!!!!! Hilarious!
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