there's a song about me on t.v.

i heard it yesterday, it kinda goes like this (please sing along):

dai-sy just goes with fam-ily
so do a dollop
do do a dollop of dai-sy
do a dollop do do a dollop
things taste better with a dollop of dai-sy
do a dollop do do a dollop of dai-sy

i try real hard to put dollops of daisy everywhere i go and now they've made a commercial out of it! who'd have thought. my diligence in sharing myself has paid off. i'm sure to be famous soon.

yesterday, lindy said she'd give me her crunchy bone if i pooped on the porch. then she double-dog-dared me to do it, so i had to. daddy found my surprise this morning, but he's not sure who did it. happy late father's day daddy! its good that daddy doesn't know how to read.

one of the cats has turned into hannibal lector and is trying to make a mouse suit for him or herself (but i'm pretty sure its not cuda). i think cuda's early drug days have made her kind of stupid. but anyway, we keep finding miscellaneous parts of assorted mice and rats. last week there was just a mouse face, then we found a kidney, a tail and skin from a mouse's back. i don't know where the rest of the mouses went though. maybe uncle leo is making a mouse halloween costume or maybe he's going to be a fashion designer or something and this is the latest fashion trend - mouse armor. i dunno, but its grossing me and lindy out.

daddy's making pork chops for breakfast. i'm gonna go look sad and hungry.

happy friday!

love and bacon bits,

daisy daffodil broyles