Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for September 12, 2020

When I tell my wife a joke, I never know which will come first: Me forgetting the punchline or her falling asleep!

That’s what the dog said.

It’s “DUKE! Get out of there before he…….”

At least you tried, Peekaboo!

She wants some Meow Mix?

[Isn’t that like the worst food you can feed your cat?]

I like the idea that random meowing is actually them trying to tell a joke.

Great. Now I know what my morning ear worm will be.

One of my cats looks straight at me an meows. I say something back in English. Then him. Then me. Etc. We have a little conversation, but neither of us truly understands it (at least I don’t).

that and Ol’ Roy for dogs — the absolutely worst

Translation:

A cat walks into a bar. The bartender sets a glass in front of the cat and says, “Order whatever you like. All drinks and refills are free.”

“Really?” the cat asks, amazed. “What’s the occasion?”

The bartender points to a mouse sitting at a table in the corner. “That little guy over there,” he explains. “He promised to pay for every cat’s drink in exchange for you guys promising not chase and eat him.”

“I see,” said the cat. “So what you are saying is…”

“Yep,” the bartender replied. “The drinks are on the mouse.”

And you’re wondering why Rose fell asleep.

I usually fall asleep with a cat on my lap, too.

My Cyrena would do this sometimes. I miss it now that she is gone. :-(