The Lost Easter Bunny

Hey!  Look what I'm doing.  Despite what you may see, not eating a delicious bowl of Mommy's Robin Egg Soup.  Although, that does sound splendid.

Nope, I'm coloring Easter eggs!  Seems as though the Easter bunny got lost this year and showed up at our house a bit late.  Maybe Cassius ate the real Easter bunny and it took Easter administration this long to send a replacement.

Look at that color.  I know, it's not so great.  That's what happens when your Mommy and Daddy buy brown eggs.  Who does that?!?!  Ugh.  My parents are quite lame sometimes.

Mommy got a bit overzealous with the egg dying.  Chill, Mommy, chill.  I think she needs to get out of the house a bit more...

I am the champion!  Is that the best Bobo egg EVER?  I should say so.  Anyway, I hope the Easter bunny doesn't get lost next year. 

Pssst, now that Mommy's not looking, I can tell you the truth...this post is a LIE!  We actually colored eggs the night before Easter and Mommy's been too lazy to get my blog up to date.  Sometimes I wonder about her ethics.  Those darn nurses. 

Coming Right Up

Don't touch that dial, folks, because a new post all about me is coming soon!  In the meantime, enjoy the latest edition of my Sissy's blog.  She's more productive than me nowadays.  It's tough getting old.

Ugh. Picture Time.

Guess who came to visit a while ago?  Grandma F!  We had an awesome time catching up.  Of course, Mommy had to ruin everything by forcing us to sit for a photo.  Look how upset we all are. 

Yeah, now that baby sister is here, she takes pictures all the time.  She tries to get us to pose together.  Here, Mommy, this is a good one.  Okay we're done now, right?

Ugh, more photos?  Look, Amelia is exhausted--time to quit already.

Make her stop using me as a lounge chair!  She's not supposed to watch TV until she's two anyway.  Sheesh.

I love you anyway, Amelia.  Even though you are already addicted to TV. 

Random milk face photo.  Guess what I was doing in this photo?  Watching Cars, of course.  Duh!

Fun.

Notice I have no witty title?  My brain is tired.  Lately, I've been very interested in forts.  I ask to have a fort made of the couch cushions at least once per day--it seems to drive Mommy and Daddy nuts.  Oh well.  I do need something to do.

Here I am pondering.  I'm pondering why my blog has turned into a cat-filled propaganda machine.  What the heck?  I just don't get it.  We have another animal, called a dog.  His name is Cassius.  I've heard he's cute. 

Grandma, do you know of this dog, Cassius?  What?  You've heard he has sharp teeth and barks?  Hmmm, sounds interesting.  I may need to investigate.

Holy cow!  He does have teeth and look at that vertical.  Not too bad for an 8 year old hound.

Sorry Cashy, I mean 56 in dog years.  Yep, I know math!

Cashy and I enjoyed the last of the winter snow about a month ago.  He LOVES snowballs and would eat them until the snow was gone.

I loved feeding them to him.  He wagged his tail in appreciation.  Can't wait for more snowballs next year, Cassius.  There.  No more stinkin' kitty propaganda.  Take that, Miss Kitty.