Search Mr. Biscuit on Google; You’ll Find Anything but This Blog

Unless you go to page 11, as I discovered when I searched incognito. What will you find instead? At least one dog, a rapper, an Australian magician, a restaurant, a football player… There’s way too many Mr. Biscuits.

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Humans Moving My Cheese

Yesterday was exhausting. If you’ve lived with humans for any length of time, you’ve probably experienced one of their more annoying habits. No, I don’t mean forced cuddles. And no, I don’t mean kicking us in their sleep, or forcefully holding us over a humidifier and then washing our faces. Wait, that last one is just me? Whatever. I mean moving stuff around.

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The Litter Report

A few weeks ago, my bipedal staff decided to switch from clay litter to pine pellets. Let me tell you, it was rather traumatizing. One day, these kitties go from seeing fake dirt in their boxes to those little sticks that provoke an instinctual threat response, like in the videos you’ve seen of cats freaking out about cucumbers (don’t put a cucumber on the ground to scare your cat; it’s mean and it truly frightens them).

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In Which I Throw Butterscotch in the Ring

Here’s the deal: I don’t know what to write this week. You may have noticed that this post is published much later than usual in the day, and that would be because the papa was busy working and playing. Yes, humans try to pass us off as irresponsible because all we do is sleep, eat, and play, but that’s a little hypocritical of them. Anyway, this delay did not help.

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The Kitty-Watch Diary

Monday, Aug. 12: The kitten from next door played in the front yard today. He likes to chase bugs and hide under the big, white vehicle. I watched from my window and at the front door, where the bearded human sets up my stool so I can see through the glass. He seems to be having a grand old time, unaware that his every move is being watched.

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