Bono's Blog...How Jenny Got Her Blog Back!

Hey everyone. As you can see by my title my Mama took her blog back. She started creating again. She said I could keep blogging here but I'm a little torn now that she is posting art again. She even has some sort of sales thing going on, this site now seems somewhat professional. Those of you that have read my previous blogs know that I'm anything but professional. It's been odd lately, we've seem to have some visitors to this site that we usually don't get. I'm guessing they come here looking for art and art related things. But what they mostly get is some cat talking about drinking and gambling. Those are the tame parts. Let's not forget I've touched on the subjects of farting, getting a thermometer in the rear end and masturbation, just to name a few. I'm thinking of starting my own blog. I'd like a little feed back from my huge following of readers. I almost need two paws to count you now. I'm a little worried about doing it because this site is a one stop shop for fans of both Myself and my Mama. Also, I'm really lazy and task of starting a new blog seems really daunting right now. Also my Mama's starts and stops with this whole art thing and she could decide to go months without posting again. On the other hand, if I had a completely separate blog there are some things that I can do that wouldn't really work here that I would like to try. So let me know what you think I should do.......I do want to touch on a few things from the past week. My Mama went and played miniature golf. Without Me!! I can't believe this. I love miniature golf. I even have my own putter. It has my monogram on it. It's monogram right? Or is it monograph? Anyway, she went to Angel Park, my favorite course. I don't get out there much because Carty got banned. One time we were out there, we had a to few many and he got into a scrum with a cotton tail rabbit on the 16th tee box. He had to be escorted out of the facility. My Dad does not take us anymore because my Mama kept putting his $3 a piece Nike balls into the pond filled with what is apparently toxic waste because there are bunch of signs telling you not to touch the water. You don't have to tell me twice. Me and my Mama are both notorious germaphobes. My paws must be clean at all times. This is also why we don't go bowling. My Mama can't handle putting on shoes that have been worn by a couple hundred other people. I'm not big of it either. On top of that they never have my size. And I always have to pay for a 2nd pair because I like to have a shoe on my 3rd paw as I trot up roll the ball. The shoes are always funky colors too. They clash with my black and white fur. Why do they make the shoes so ugly? I feel ridiculous enough just being at a bowling ally. My Dad and Carty like bowling. But I'm pretty sure they're in just for the beer and nachos.....On final thing. I wanted to share some pictures of me telling ghost stories. Here they are.



Why were we telling ghost stories? You got me. I've been wondering the same thing. My Mama thought it was a great time for some photos. We each told one story. Carty's really sucked, we didn't even see how it ended. We just took the flash light away from him. My Dad told a really scary one. Me, My Mama and Carty had to hide under the blankets. Then Carty farted(Carty farts when he get nervous) so we had to scurry away. That was the scariest part of the night.