Fun With The Butcher

It’s 6:20 and the Butcher is still in his bed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m back to basics.”


“You know, bratwurst.”

“Why aren’t you at work.”

“It’s noble downstairs.”

“THE BUTCHER.  Why aren’t you at work?”

“I have today off.”

“What does that have to do with bratwurst?”

“Nothing.  What are you talking about?”

Edited to add:

I think “Noble” may be a name or a nickname, as there is some guy on my couch.  Bless his heart, y’all, but when I came downstairs, both the cat and the dog were standing right by him making noises like they were trying to hork up giant furballs.  I don’t know.  Maybe some guys find that attractive.

Here’s a picture of them waiting for their beloved to awaken.


2 thoughts on “Fun With The Butcher

  1. Poor Mrs. W. Always the designated driver. And none too pleased with it, from the looks of this.

    And the cat! How thoughtful! Arranging MORE hairballs to hornk up! Cats — always thinking of others.

    Hee hee hee hee. Your post has just made me laugh for five minutes straight. Thank you, B.

  2. I love how she has her bone right next to her, in case he should wake up and she need to show it to him immediately.

    The tiny cat cracks me up. I don’t know what it is, but lately she has just been teh silly.

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