Well if this is some kind of foreshadowing of what is to come when Kirby finally meets Santa at one of the Santa-pet-photo events taking place at our Petsmart, than I don’t know what is going to happen! 😛
I guess though, in all logic, it does make perfect sense how a dog such as Kirby would be scared of a foot-tall Santa Clause singing some kind of horrible noise, than suddenly spinning around like the exorcist! Yea, I guess if we look at it in a dog’s perspective, Santa can kind of be one scary man..or tiny man, such as in this case!
Anywho, I also thought it might be a good idea to show you some of Kirby’s other little buddies, that reside in his place of leisure as well. Now, yes some of the aquatic ones, well I’m not even sure he knows they exist, or does and could care-a-less but they are part of his home none the less. Am I big fish lover? Umm no. Do I get guilty watching little creatures swim around in a cup the size of a shotglass, realizing this might be their whole life, if I don’t step in?….Yes, well that’s the case for the red guy anyways. Is this solving the problem by me purchasing them at this particular “evil” location, in which I did?….umm….. no, but I could not leave them there. Anyways, here they are!!!
This is him before, so you can see what I mean…
And NO, they do not live together. This guy used to have the red guys tank, until he became more lethargic acting and slower, I figured a smaller, lower tank would be best for him at that point. 😦
Anyways, and here is the other guy. The “mafia cat” otherwise known as Rascal. We actually rescued him as a kitten while on a camping trip, he hung around a trailer park, and a man there was trying to find him a home, as his mother had disappeared. He was really weak, and could barely walk by the time we decided to take him and found him again. So although at the time I wasn’t much of a kitty person, my natural instinct of animal loving kicked in, and I knew we were meant to bring him home.
8 years later, he is the cat, other cats, or animals for that matter don’t wanna mess with. People on the other hand, well I can’t tell you how many times I have seen him following me on a walk, and getting stopped by various people on the street telling me what a “sweet” cat he is, and that he follows them sometimes too. Sweet? I don’t know if a cat who’s hobbies include killing mice on the daily, picking a fight with almost any cat that strides his way, and giving Kirby or Poe a good whack on the head if they even attempt to play with him……..sweet. But okay. The worst part is, he is de-clawed (yes I know, I was a young teenager at the time and didn’t know anything about the controversies/ realities that de-clawing would mean, and be him living in my mother’s house, and at the time constantly attacking my than toddler little brother, my mom had it done),since then I have learned a lot about the horrors that de-clawing can actually cause and would not wish to have it done on any future cat I may have. But that is the scariest part, he can’t even really scratch or attack like I’m pretty sure every other cat on my block can do…..yet he is the one they are all scared of. He is the cat that walks down the sidewalk, and every other cat that sees him in close diameter books it to the other side of the street. I guess, you can take the cat out of the street, but you can’t take the street out of the cat, not in this case at least!
And finally….being Kirby’s blog and all, here is one of him, looking at me wondering why this crazy person is up so late taking pictures of him.