Monday, November 29, 2010
in the way
but then she saw a ghost in the mirror.
i was like, "sur-praaaahhhhhhhhhsss, mom! it's meh!"
then i tried to make eye contact with her in REAL life, instead of in the mirror.
but i failed. so i had to sit there looking depressed until she snuggled me.
having a scrunch
it's winter time, people, and that means i'm dealing with some seeeeriously dry skin. my mom put this stuff called "shea butter" on my belly when it was flaky, and i licked it off immediately because, hey, FREE SHEA BUTTER.
...so now i like to have a little rub-down against any surface i can find. it does wonders for me.
natty lite
this is me in natural lighting, so you know my cuteness isn't just the product of soft bulbs and reflection screens.
same face, different backgrounds
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
my first creative writing piece
welp, i'm officially a grownup now, so it's time to follow in my mom and grandmother's footsteps and become a writer. while mom was out this afternoon, i took the liberty of embellishing the paper she had been writing. i could tell she wanted my help. that's why she left her laptop open on the windowsill where i like to sleep. here's the copy and paste of my masterpiece:
"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm AQ8( b"
i know. i'm a genius. just call me b.b. cummings.
doing some googling
mom had to go to the hospital last night (don't worry, she's fine), but while she was gone i did some googling to figure out what was wrong with her. my initial search for 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777N \ - was fruitless, so i tried a little ctrl+f action for 444444444. the results were fascinating.
Monday, October 25, 2010
all by mysee-heh-heeeeeelllffff-ah
i know humans don't understand our very complex language, but i tried my hardest to ask her if i could come too. i couldn't bear a single moment without my sister olive.
but she had to leave. i miss olive. i'll just have to be content with cuddling my human friends, even if they don't love the smell of my poo the way my sister did.
together
this was our last morning together. le sigh. i can't wait until we go visit olive in las vegas this december.
"baxter's last laugh," starring baxter and olive
but olive had other plans. as soon as i let my guard down she grabbed the bone and started rolling around in ecstacy, flaunting it in my face.
i perched on the chair across from the couch, watching her forlornly.
...and then i made my move. suck it, olive.
MUUAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! (<<--- that's my last laugh. get it? because it's the title?)
LLLLLLLLLET'S GET RRREADY TO RRRRUUUUUMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!
here's my patented "back dat ass up" move. i wasn't as graceful at fighting as olive, so when i needed a break i would poke her in the face with my booty.
yeah. my sister's got some skillz.
how about an art shot?
my beautiful sister
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