Siyucircle - Siyucircle's Corner Of Nonsense

Now, George is not my dog. He is my sister’s dog and she is his human.

Toby is my cat and I am his food-bringer.

But I am looking after George for a bit. This means more attention to the lonely but friendly dog and less to the independent cat. This should be fine. But Toby has begun speaking for no reason.

Normally, Toby meows for three main reasons: “I am hungry!”, “Litter box stinks!”, “Door is closed!”.

Lately he has meowed for no reason, following me around. Finally I picked him up, cuddled, petted, cooed, and basically showered him with the attention he usually walks away from. Instead of getting upset he starts purring.

Oh.

When I talk to George the dog his ears flop up and down, his head tilts, and his tail wags.

When I talk to Toby the cat he rolls over and closes his eyes.

But neither one will eat the spider in the basement!

I love my prismacolors, I love my prismacolors, I adore my prismacolors.

This is what happens when whims collide: I wanted to draw a dress and was watching Mulan.

Foreign Luxuries

I would like to thank the persons involved in the trade discussions that allowed Australia to export Tim-Tams to Canada.

A bumblebee just smacked into my bay window three times before flying off.