My new pose

This pose is what I like to call:

"In the Presence of Tuna"

It is the first in my new line of photographs. More to come soon...

Your Nim-Blogger,
Nimbus

Snuggle Bunnies

I have to admit, the little guy truly is a good pet and steadfast bodyguard.

Kitchen Caper

A plea to the woman:

Numerous people and animal friends have equated my lifestyle to that of a Hobbit. I believe the reason for this is because of my appetite. As you know, first and second breakfasts are a must, although I prefer not to engage in afternoon tea since I despise hot liquids. I also highly enjoy dinner and supper.

As to not disrupt the routine I have set forth for my stomach, I have established these meal times and enforce them vigorously.

So, it is quite understandable that when my bowl is missing during one of my designated meal times, I become terrified. Moby snapped these photos earlier today that depict me in a state of panic looking for my missing food bowl. I thought it would surely appear within one of the kitchen cabinets, but after an exhaustive search, I came up empty-pawed.

Come to find out, you stole my bowl to “clean” it. I have reminded you numerous times that I perform remarkably well at cleaning my own bowl, yet you continually ignore my plea to leave the bowl alone.

Hence, I appeal to you one final time. Please woman…if you are reading this…all I need you to do is make sure the bowl is continually brimming with food.

Thank you for respecting the Bus.

Cat Grass

While we are proud to be carnivores, Moby and I occasionally transcend boundaries by dabbling in an omnivore diet.

And I have to admit, one of the simple pleasures in life is the way the wheat grass gently tickles my nose before I consume it. If I was capable of giggling, I would do it!

I was tagged

Here are the rules: The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself." In the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. The people who get tagged need to write a blog about their 5 weird things/habits as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I enjoy slapping the heck out of water, especially water dripping from the kitchen sink or backyard hose.
2. Speaking of water...Moby and I got ringworm from the pound before we were adopted. We had to endure three months of baths, dips, and ointments. Thank goodness I don't know any better!
3. I give the lady hugs. I put my paw on her leg and she scoops me up. I will occasionally hug the man, but don't tell the woman.
4. I have a pet cat named Moby. I was thinking of also getting a pet chihuahua, but they are too much maintenance. A pet is only worth having if they take care of YOU!
5. I do not like to eat kibble unless the woman points to it and sits next to me while I eat it. I'm proper...I ask permission to eat first.

I thought I would randomly tag some bloggers. Here are my victims:
http://richardtracy.blogspot.com/
http://saraebeth.blogspot.com/
http://freeisa.blogspot.com/
http://brentjones.blogspot.com/
http://smileykhp.blogspot.com/

Good Reading

Believe me, I am a fan of reading—just not for my humans. Any time spent reading is time that could be spent rubbing and cuddling Nimbus.

This is a photo of me using one of my many tactics to refocus the human’s attention on what is truly important in her life—the Bus.

On a side note for those of you who are observant: Yes, I am sitting on the Love Sac. Notice, however, that I am on the human, not the actual Blob. I still don’t trust it after it consumed me in its fluff a couple months ago.

Stink Bug

I was enjoying a delightful mid-evening snack in my Nimbus bowl last night, when all of a sudden, a disgusting black bug invaded my personal space. I’m not fond of black bugs, but I will pounce and eat the brown ones, as they taste slightly like chicken. I have never encountered a bug such as this before, so with my mouth still full of my delicious science diet, I proceeded to introduce myself and BLEEGGGGHHH—I uncontrollably spit out my food.

The thing exuded an utterly disgusting aroma that overwhelmed my nostrils!

I demanded that either Moby or the human rid it from my dining area immediately. The man quickly obliged. I encouraged him to squash the thing for the trauma I had just experienced, but the man claimed it would just make it smell like yuck even worse.

Upon reflection of this event, the bug's smelliness appears to be a defense tactic. I now wish the human hadn’t disposed of it so hastily.

There must be a way to acquire this ability to use to my personal advantage…particularly around brushing time. Maybe if I digest one?

I have Moby on the lookout for any of its family members that may be lingering in the vicinity. Oh yes, I will test my hypothesis.

Your swash-buggler,
Nimbus