Wake up Big Cat! It's Snowmaggedon! The boys were very excited this morning and wisely started scratching at the bedroom door at 6:30. Plenty of time for their leader to shovel snow before going to work. Still for all their hysteria there wasn't much snow.
Boys you should have let the Ol' Big Cat sleep. The fur-faces are also rev'd up about the coming Super Bowl. Rooney is growing his fur in a gigantic 'fro in tribute to the Steeler's fearsome Troy Polomolu. Rufus is convinced he looks like the Pack's Clay Matthews.
They are practicing their tackling at high speed. And both Super Bowl teams would be impressed. The boys leap in the air and crash into each other, often biting. Of course,in the NFL biting is not allowed. Also hard to do when you have a helmet on. Helmets are for wimps, Big Cat. We are tough. We need no freakin' pads. We can leap twice our own body length. Try that Hines Ward! Then they snicker thinking about Hines Ward trying to attempt this. To demonstrate their skills they then leap over my bass in the living room like it's a set or tires and they're doing an agility drill. Careful boys, damage that instrument and you'll find yourself outside in Snowmaggedon. Hope you can see the Super Bowl on the TV from there. xxx dad
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