Thursday, January 27, 2011

Pussycat, pussycat....

My mother found me a glass at the Antique Bazaar, she thought it would be fit for "King Huey."

I was testing it out but suddenly, I began to sense that I was being stalked.

Can I not have anything that I don't have to share?

Elvis had the bright idea that she was going to put her paw on the glass, to try to get the milk out, I guess.

Well, you see how that went.  I booked so I wouldn't get blamed for anything.

Then Elvis wouldn't own up to her own mess and left Boo there holding the bag.

Never fear....Polly Mae to the rescue.

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