Happy Thanksgiving

I am thankful for family.

Ohana.

Family is important.

Especially family that plays with the table decorations.

"She's a witch!"

I love Thanksgiving.

I'd love it even more if mom would serve the traditional sardine pie, invite more penguins to the table and then we can all go for pony rides after dinner.

That's right.

Penguins

Ponies and

Sardines.

And family.

I'm thankful for them all.

Even if I only have the family part.

Sorry

. . . . . sorry you're sick, mom . . . .pretty sure you should feel better any day now
and sorry about knocking that shelf down.
I was just so excited to see you.
honestly.

Hi MOM! gallop gallop gallop---SHREEEEEEEEEEEEECH

WHOA

Wait a minute . . .

WHO is that?

sniff

sniff

run run run away

hide

YIKES!

He has a suitcase. That means he's staying!!! YIKES YIKES YIKES

Mom! Dad! What are you doing!

Oh wait . . .

sniff sniff

casual saunter out to check him out

When he talks he sort of sounds familiar

Sort of

I don't think this is the one that gives me sardines

but I think

NO!! YIKES! Don't be touching me! I haven't given you permission to touch me yet, buddy!

SIT down and just let me stare at you for a bit.

Stare
stare
mind reading
stare
You are getting sleepy
Very sleepy
Stare

very . . . . drowsy . . . . . no no no!! NOT ME Drowsy. Good Lord, he has reflective qualities. My napping stare has been turned against me.

Mom . . . Dad . . . I'm worried . . . .

Wait.

Mom's getting the cake.

Ah ha! She knew he was coming and baked him a cake.

I wonder . . . .could this possibly be . . . .

Jim?

Maybe.

Cautious tail up . . . approach with dignity and caution . . . rub against his legs and HA! Now you are MINE! I have claimed you as property of DOUGAL!

Just try to get out of THAT one!

Yogurt is yummy!!

yum yum yum!

Something's coming!

Evidence collected thus far:

• Mom did laundry mid-week.
• That laundry included full-size sheets . . . and her bed is King Size . . . so these sheets . . . must be going on a different bed . . . or two.
• Mom checked last night to make sure she had a cake mix.

Annnnnnnnd

she bought some wrapping paper.

WHAT CAN IT MEAN?

I resolve!

Ah.
Monday.
First day of the week.
I shall start this week by being kinder to my brothers.
I will pick up after myself.
I will nap politely, rather than sprawling all over whomever is sitting on the couch and growling if they move.
I will guard the house with vigilence.
I will finish my homework on time and not complain a bit about extra credit.
I will eat my tinned mice happily and not complain that there are no sardines.
Monday's are the BEST because they are the start of a new week, a new me, a new . . . .

wait a minute . . .

It's TUESDAY?

I slept through Monday?

Well . . .forget all that, then.

You can't turn a new leaf on a Tuesday . . . Tuesdays are for sliding back on promises.

PHEW---EEEE!

Mom that foot cream really stinks! YUCK!!!!!

I will go over here and sleep on the other side of the room.

Euculptus may be FINE for Koala Bears but I am no Koala!

do you have to ask?

The monkey lamp is daid.
i kilt it . . .

Monkey lamps 0
Dougal 2

Editing our Founding Fathers

A mind always employed is always happy. This is the true secret, the grand recipe, for felicity.
- Thomas Jefferson, 1743-1826, 3rd President of the United States

Felicity means happiness. It or the variants Felicita and Felicitas can also refer to:

Felicity is a Golden Globe-winning American primetime television drama produced by Touchstone Television and Imagine Television for The WB network.

Felicity: An American Girl Adventure is a 2005 television film. Ten-year-old Felicity Merriman is growing up in Williamsburg, Virginia, just before the American Revolution. Felicity longs to be free.

I didn't realize Thomas Jefferson watched so much TV . . . . you'd think he'd have better things to do.

Felicity? Why did he pick THAT word and not just SAY happiness. Our founding fathers liked big words.

Maybe it was the way it looked when he wrote with the quill pen.

Maybe it's because Felicity has fewer letters than Happiness does and he was feeling lazy that day.

Maybe it's because he had a word of the day calendar.

All I know is I would have said happiness. In fact . . . we need to fix that quote. I would have said:

A cat served sardines is always happy. This is the true secret, the grand recipe, for happiness.
-Dougal, b 2001, painter, author, poet and all round entertainer--Renaissance Cat and sardine connoisseur

Go Green!

Alone we can do so little. Together we can do so much.
--Helen Keller

Socrates Club assigned me to a group project and I am so miffed. Cats do not work in groups. It is so uncatty!

We're supposed to create a marketing program for vegetarian tinned mice. Gag . . . . veggie tinned mice? What's next? Organic Sardines?

I don't want to be healthy.
I don't want to eat veggies.
I don't want to and you can't make me!




Tinned Mice
GO GREEN
100% Vegetarian
Cat’s still throw up
But it’s better for the environment
It’s GREEN!

I have a premonition

It's like something's coming . . . . I don't know what. But I'm on edge!

Say what?

Why would you think it was ME?

I am the greatest!

No no no!

If you're going to get that purple marble you have to hit it here!

Oh for pete's sake

GIVE ME THE MOUSE!

You are getting very sleepy.

Be absolutely determined to enjoy what you do
--Gerry Sikorski

Nap
The sleepy curtain of warmth
steels upon my relaxed limbs
I am coddled in security
filled with peace.
Sunlight warms my back and hips
My tummy is pleasingly content with yogurt shared
I hear the thump of your heart beat
Under my drowsy head
The rhythmic beat pleases me

I stretch knowing you will catch me if I slip too far
The rumble of an unconscious purr settles bone and muscle
Like my own portable massage chair.

I relax
Lids drop slowly
heavy sigh releasing all the tension of a pent up day

I love this best.
Being with you, Dad.

Oh, I mean MOM! jeeze I forgot who I was napping on.

SHHHH!
I place a paw over your lips.
Shhhh.
Do not disturb the nap zone.

I feel you relax under me
Victim of my cuteness
Susceptable to my hypnosis techniques
You too are called to the comfort of sleep.

Isn't life grand?

Do you know what time it is?

Many attempts to communicate are nullified by saying too much.
--Robert Greenleaf


Mom
MOm
MOM!
Mom
mom
mom
mom
Time to get up
Time to get up
mom
mom
mom
mom
mOMMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM

Why no . . . I cannot tell time. Thank you for asking.

Another Day Another Nap behind the computer

One

You have only one body--respect it.
You have only one mind--feed it.
You have only one life--live and enjoy it.
You have only one sardine . . . . give that to me!

(with apologies to Des'ree)

Surprise!

HEY Mom!

Guess where I was napping?

A . . . dog?

You're getting a DOG for the WHITEHOUSE!

Oh puh LEEZE!

I am so offended.

Seriously.

Very offended.

If you get that dog a pony I will never ever ever ever vote for you again. Ever.

Dear President Obama,

I have some great ideas that can help you with your presidency.

Get a cat. (I'm available. I've always wanted to live in the Whitehouse.)
Let said "cat" have a pony.
Let said "cat" ride the pony around Washington DC.

Tell the people that feeding the said "cat" sardines will increase world peace.
Have a National Portrait Artist paint portraits of said "cat" and sell them to pay off the National Debt.
Create a monument in the mall for "Heroic Cats Through History." And include Paul Revere's Cat. George Washington's Cat. Abraham Lincoln's Cat and the cat that coughed up fur balls on Kruschev's shoe. (Just to name a few.)

Get rid of highways and require people to walk to work. This could be your health plan AND your energy plan.

Save the Penguins!

and . . . . let's see . . . oh yes. Give a FREE COLLEGE EDUCATION to all cats, even the ones that live outdoors.

Sincerely,
DOUGAL

PS I'm serious about that moving to the Whitehouse thing. I'm there in a heartbeat if you need me!

The National Pep Rally

Mom's going to leave the TV on for us today while she goes to work. She knows that we love to watch the National Pep Rally.

Every 4 years people get a little looney. They wear gawdy clothes, carry signs and chant silly things. The newscasters get caught up in the fervor and they talk numbers and predictions and theories . . . everyone gets all het up . .. .

Being a cat.

I find this highly amusing.

To allow your emotions to crack your facade of "cool" is so uncatlike. Humans just LOSE it when they get all fired up.

The ONLY thing that should blow your cool is . . . well the sound of that can of sardines being opened. (Tuna's good too. Don't get me wrong.) Sardines have crunchy heads. (delicious shiver of anticipation just thinking about it.) I love crunching into those delectable fish heads.

Oh my, how I do love it so.

But back to this voting thing.

They don't give you food. Even Ben & Jerry's have been told they can't give free ice cream just to people who've voted.

So what's the point?

A moment of empowerment on a piece of paper that goes into a machine (or a level pushed) at the same moment millions of other people are doing the exact same thing?

Mom just told me that, "YES! That's EXACTLY the point!!"

Apparently she doesn't need sardines to get excited.

Serving size . . . say WHAT!!!!!!!

Oh. I see.

NOT FUNNY!

Did Someone Order a November?

First it's Halloween and then BOOM! November.
What is going ON around here?

Oh and SAFETY TIP!
Watch out for falling clocks--apparently they fall back tonight!