You Are what You Eat

Hello, I'm Sebastian and I'm taking over this blog.

Don't tell anyone, but I'm also known as Seb Spade, Private Detective. Ignore the elephant - he's part of my cover.

I can be tough when I need to.

I'm on a case for this dame, known on the street as MommyLady.

She wants me to keep an eye on this guy, James Cocker.

His Gangsta name is Fuzzy-Britches.

I've been developing a modus operandi, and I can tell exactly what he's been up to.

When his feet are dirty, he's been digging in the garden - a bathing offense.

When he's had dinner, I can tell what he's eaten.

If his whiskers and ear-tips are red. . .

...it's Italian night.

If his whiskers and ear-tips are brown...

...it's gravy night.

If his whiskers are white...

...he's had ice cream.

If his poop smells funny...

...Mommy boiled chicken livers and added some to his kibbles.

If his breath stinks really bad, he ate at that French place...

...le Cafe du Chat!

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Who let the tuwds out? woof-----woof

We have a problem!

There are tuwds on the floor.

We're not sure who did it.

But we have our suspicions.

We're sort of worried.

Will Daddy-Man and Lady-Mom scold us when they come home and find tuwds on the floor?

 

Agent "C" says we should tell them a burglar broke in and did it.

Professor Whizbang, here, says we should blame the horses for it.

Personally, I'm going to say I was looking the other way when the tuwds showed up.

Or maybe I was sleeping at the time.

And I'm so cute, they'll probably believe me.

That's called pawsible deniability.

Oh, well. . .

Shit happens.

Coming March 7

Top Secret Undercover Secret Agent

Hello, the name's James. James Cocker.

I'm also secretly secret agent P-doubleO-P, but don't tell anyone because it's a secret.

I might look cute and cuddly, but you'll notice I have a license to kill.

So, don't mess with me.

Let me introduce you to my staff.

This is "M," or MonkeyJohn. He thinks he's the boss but he's only in charge of petting and poopscooping.

When he's sober, anyway.

This is Miss MommyLady. She's the real boss and is in charge of feeding and fussing over the agents.

This is our associate, Agent Sister. She's from the F.B.I.

F.B.I. -- Face Bends Inexplicably

Here's Agent Sebastian. He doesn't know his numbers, yet.

He's in charge of Home Base Security.

This is Agent Squeak, the token cat.

This is agent "C". She's in charge of the secret weapon.

GAS!

Whoa!

Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.