Like a Fart in a Whirlwind

Hello Fellow Running Dog Lackies,

I know I'm behind on the postings, but I've been ridiculously busy lately... for a cat of leisure. All last week I was chained to the hem of Margie B's clamdigger pants (so 1987), spring cleaning cabanas. Margie made me do all the bathrooms, that "beotch". ...All that work just so those crazy birders can get juiced up on Pelee Island chardonnay (from Leaminton) and wear the lampshades like Tilley hats. I hear the guy presently staying in Cabana 69 likes to use his binoculars to watch his host and hostess in their lakeside hot-tub as much as for looking at Blackburnian Warblers....saucy!

This week, I'm busy helping Pat get the Rinky Dink stand set-up outside the Caddy. The manager dude from the 7-11 keeps coming over and trying to salt our game .... he's just jealous becoz, on the average, Pat's weiner is much bigger than his. Finally I have to find the ultimate Mother's Day present for my mom, Diamond Lil. I think I'm gonna steal a pool cue from the dirty bar and also give her a 6 pack of Budcans and half of my pack of Peter Jackson's...it makes a nice change from carnations.

So all this madness should come to an end just in time for the Victoria Day weekend. You can bet that Patches, Prince Igor and I will be chillin' and grillin' on the beach all weekend long. Check the above picture. That was me enjoying the holiday last year .... coz you gotta protect your most sensitive areas from the premature-aging effects of the sun.