Thanks to the pet's brother, we all have new names.
I am Garfield.
Ares is simply called Dog.
And Isis is called Cat.
I'd like to think that I stand out from my brother and sister as being the exceptional one, the one worthy enough to have a name and not some generic common noun thrown upon me. Clearly, the pet's brother has enough sense to notice that. I do, after all, have my own blog.
ZEUS
8 comments:
garfield - you're not fat and you don't eat lasagna (do you?). we're surprised Isis has not ripped him to shreds.
BWAHAHAHAHA - our werd verifikshun werd is FARTa
He is definitely not a pet person!
Garfield must be a very good name because our mum reads about him in the newspaper.
Well at least he recognizes your superiority.
We think your pet's brother needs to exercise a bit more creativity here! (Also, we really hope he does NOT leave the door open - yikes!)
P.S. Sorry to hear about the tree! We had that happen once in a house we rented and it was truly disgusting.
Wow, I'm suprised that the pet's brother actually Isis. I consider her the J.D. Salinger of the feline world... :)
While Garfield is an admirable, world renowned cat, I trust you won't mind if we continue to use your proper name, Zeus.
Zeus, brothers, especially human ones can be pretty annoying.
But you know what, that Garfield is a squillionaire so maybe you might get a gig impersonating him........
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