Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Horrible, Horrible Spotted Thing

Grady has been completely awful since he got here yesterday afternoon. He has pulled the metal plug out of the bathroom sink, climbed the back door, tangled himself up in the blinds, dropped down behind the television twice and got himself stuck. Oh, and he's scratched everyone for fun.

Yaaay Grady!


Scott said...

Grady's an ordeal.

Mouse said...

Oh my. Maybe Santa will bring him a plastic bubble for Christmas!?!

Severina said...

Or cat handcuffs.

The main problem is that he's purring the entire time.