Best Of Glogirly

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Back by popular demand....BOGG.

From the archives...my of my personal faves:

IN MY NEXT LIFE

Hi everyone, Katie here.

When I die, God will likely greet me at the pearly gates and shower me with compliments about what a wonderful cat life I've lived. He'll be quite pleased with how friendly and loving I have been. Even towards dog people.

Sure, I've inappropriately hissed on occasion. I'm a cat. I just can't imagine I'd be sent back to earth for a second run at heavenly worthiness. But just in case, I've decided that in my next life, if necessary, I'd like to be a maid or a hooker.

You see, I love beds. I love everything about them. I love making them. I love playing in them. I love pillowcases. I love flat and fitted sheets alike. Laundry day is the best day. It's like a party. I love twirling in the sheets when Glogirly is trying to tuck them in. I try to help in any way I can, just like any good maid would.

Now I don't know much about hookers. But I hear they spend a lot of time in bed. And they get paid to be in bed. Well I spend a lot of time in bed and I've yet to see a paycheck. So I'm thinking there might be a future for me in this field.

ANOTHER POSSIBILITY: UNDERCOVER AGENT

Introducing BOGG

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Glogirly and I are introducing something new today. Well SHE says its new, but I know better. It's called BOGG. Best Of GloGirly. I call it ROGG. Reruns Of GloGirly. Or LOGG. Lazy Old GloGirly.

You got it. "Someone" claims she is too busy for new material. "Someone" says we should share some of my musings from before I was "discovered." Discovered? What the fluff is that supposed to mean? I don't need no stinkin' Christopher Columbus to discover me. I'm an enlightened 21st century cat and I can "find" myself thank you.

Nice outfit, Chirstopher.

I hope you got a lot of compliments on those tights.

Hey Columbus! 1492 called.

They want their stupid hat back.

I'm powerless against this whole BOGG thing. Looks like it just might become a regular feature here on the blog. You see, even though Glogirly can't hiss like me, bite like me or be aloof like me, she IS bigger than me. Fine.

So here you go. I hope you enjoy the encore... or rather, rerun.

FOILED AGAIN

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Aluminum foil is the enemy. It taunts me. It haunts me. That horrible high-pitched tinny sound, and then the rrrrrip. It sends me running for the hills... I mean steps.

Foil hurts my sensitive cat ears. Give me fingernails on a chalkboard. Give me Gloman banging a pop can on the steel end table just to make me look. Sheesh, give me a screaming kid. Ok, don't give me a screaming kid.

But please, please, please, keep the Reynold's Wrap in the drawer.