Ever since Ethel received my letter – I mean Lou Kout’s letter – she’s been on Cloud 9. I almost feel bad. Almost! She’s not been back in our person that’s away at college [but home for the summer]’s bedroom since the letter came, which means I’ve had the room all to myself.
Well, when I’m not sharing it with Walter. Continue reading
Finally, the recognition that I deserve.
– Ethel
Dear Ethel,
Hello. My name is Lou and I work for a company called Procter & Gamble. I found you through your sister Carol’s delightful blog! Continue reading
Steve here. You’re lucky I’m able to blog after the near miss we had the other day! And Carol’s lucky I think quick on my paws!
Hearing what was going down with our moms seeing Ethel’s terrifying, bare-all pictures for Arnold on the computer, and knowing Carol was frozen in fear on LOUD Mom’s lap unable to react, I used my street smarts to think fast and create a diversion.
How, you ask? I made a running leap, pounced on Ethel, and rolled her around a few times to get her good and mad! Fur flew everywhere and Ethel wailed as though I was killing her, causing all three of our humans to come running. Continue reading
Steve MUST go. He’s a no-good, two-timing, double-crossing miscreant. I knew it the day I met him. I saw right through him and his “dumb” act. He may have everyone else snowed – especially Carol – but I KNOW. I’m onto him. And his stealing MY commercial right out from under me is the last straw.
Ever since the letter from Eli Lilly came wanting to use him [and NOT me!] in their advertisements, he’s been strutting around the house making everyone poke his abs to see how hard they are. Flaunting his treachery without even a hint of shame. How dare he! Continue reading
Last week my sister, Ethel, sent off a letter to Ms. Rice of Eli Lilly in response to Ms. Rice’s interest in working with Ethel to promote their product, Prozac. Today, the mail carrier delivered Ms. Rice’s response.
Dear Ethel,
I received your letter detailing a list of demands which must be met in order to work with you. While we think you would be an excellent fit to market our product, Prozac, to cats, I am afraid that we cannot meet your demands.
First, asking your moms to re-home your brother, Steve, is cruel, even by our standards. Second, Continue reading
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