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Christmas 2021 - Omicron version

This will go down in the books as my Hard Kibble Christmas. I now know why my cat has been getting so damned fat. She clawed her way into two bags of kibble. I stopped her and redirected her to her bowl which was full of the same kibble. A few minutes later, I heard rustling in the pantry. Little Miss had her whole head in the hole, eating like a small, starved orphan. I yelled at her and she forgot how to get her head out of the cat food hole. After thrashing for a minute, she gave up and uttered a single "meow."

Picking up the bag to sweep up the errant pieces of kibble revealed she's clawed her way into another bag. More sweeping, more swearing. ::sigh::

Happy birthday, Jesus!

Happy holidays to everyone.

When a friend was out of town, she trusted me enough to leave a key, along with a other friend of hers, to help watch her cats. The more recent find, who she was typically feeding on the doorstep as a stray and eventually took in, tore into the food bag even though she had plenty in the bowl.

Thankfully, she rectified the situation after getting back by purchasing a container that he couldn't tear up. With any luck, he'll start trusting his new host by eating what is in the bowl before tearing into stuff for more.
 
The allure of the Blue-Gray game to me as a kid was you got to see southern boys whipping up on yankees on Christmas Day.
The Senior Bow doesn't have that draw. The Blue-Gray had good players because there were only about a dozen bowls. Now, if your team didn't qualify for a bowl, how good can you really be?
 
I'm either the Ghost of Christmas Present or a good-intentioned Basket.
My best work bud is taking his kids to Disney tomorrow. They opened their presents, and it was obviously the trip.
I keep texting from a burner number "this is Donald" "this is Mickey" "this is Goofy" blah blah "can't wait to see you" "I'll wave at you during the parade" etc.
By now, they don't want to go to sleep and want to hit the road.
 

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