| I've grown awfully fond of Husker
football. My food-changers seem to really dig it and give out the Pounces like crazy during a game
or when rewatching one of their huge Husker video collection. I have my own Husker blanket to lie around on, although I feel free to lay all over the latest Husker Illustrated or Omaha World
Herald to get more attention and annoy my two hair-brushers. I actually have a choice of three Husker blankets to lay upon, but my those lazy bums that do my media work for me have fallen down on the job. (If my links are out, of course, it's because Mom and Dad neglect me and my webpage. I don't punish them too much for this because a little guilt keeps the wet cat food coming, as well as offers of bits of their steak, fish, etc. I never actually eat their chicken, steak, salmon, but I enjoy forcing them to beg me to try a little piece which I can then sniff and turn my nose up at.) |
