Random thoughts by Colin

Tonight I have a few random thoughts for you.

If a bear took up golf and got annoyed, would he be teed off?

People ask how much wood a woodchuck could chuck, yet no one asks just who named them woodchucks since they don’t throw chunks of wood.

With baseball season winding down, regardless of if your team is in the playoff race, it’s time to set the clocks for February, less than six months until spring training!

Wild Buffalo Betty and Agent 028 have a lot of good posts for you coming up this week, I’ve agreed to let them continue with their posts if they can get twenty likes this week, so if you enjoy the odd posts those two cats write, give them a few likes this week.

I’ll be back next weekend to let you know what happens!

Thanks for reading!

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Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

There’s a mouse holing up under the fridge,

The catnip has been spilled on the steps,

There’s a line of toys on the trail

That’s backed up to Tombstone.

There’s a chuck wagon short a can of tuna,

Gunfighters are due here at noon,

Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

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There’s a mouse holing up under the fridge,

The catnip has been spilled on the steps,

There’s a line of toys on the trail

That’s backed up to Tombstone.

There’s a chuck wagon short a can of tuna,

Gunfighters are due here at noon,

Wild Buffalo Betty where are you?

Agent 028 where are you?

There’s a mad scientist in the Bronx,

His hideout’s in the Alps.

There’s a conspiracy theory in Hawaii,

That’s turning out to be quite righty.

There’s a navy short a sub,

That food’s not good to snub.

Agent 028 where are you?

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There’s a mad scientist in the Bronx,

His hideout’s in the Alps.

There’s a conspiracy theory in Hawaii,

That’s turning out to be quite righty.

There’s a navy short a sub,

That food’s not good to snub

Agent 028 where are you?

Mouse acres

(As sung by Wild Buffalo Betty and Agent 028 in order)


Mouse acres is the cat’s meow.

Mouse ranching is the life for me.

Catnip spreading out so far and wide.

Keep the sofa, just give me that countryside.

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The sofa is where I’d rather stay.

I get tired chasing mice.

I just adore an ear scratch.

But did you say catnip?

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The mice!

The naps!

The catnip!

Okay you got me there!

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Mouse acres here we come!

I’m back!

After a few weeks away, I, Colin, have returned to start blogging again.

While I hadn’t expected to have Wild Buffalo Betty and Agent 028 blog while I was gone, I see it went pretty smoothly… aside from them hitting save as draft instead of publish a few time this week.

As Wild Buffalo Betty reported, I’ve agreed to let her and Agent 028 do a few more posts this month, I’ve seen the ones that they have ready to go and I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I have, I’m looking forward to seeing what else they come up with next week.

Now this wouldn’t be much of a post from me without a few jokes, so here we go!

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What did one bar of soap say to the other?

Don’t lye to me!

What does soap do on a lazy day?

It lyes around.

What did the police detective tell the bar of soap?

I know when you lye.

Why couldn’t the detective catch the soap?

It was too slippery.

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Well that’s it for tonight, I hope you got a chuckle out of the jokes, I’d be lying if I said they were my best.

Thanks for reading!

Sit right back…

Sit right back and you’ll hear a tail, a tail of a fitful nap.

It started from this sunny chair, aboard this comfy lap.

The cat was a mighty sleeping cat,

The cat was brave and sure,

The cat dozed off that day,

For a three hour nap,

A three hour nap…

Well the weather started getting cloudy,

The comfy lap was lost,

If not for the courage of the sleeping cat,

The nap would have been lost..

The nap would have been lost…

The cat dozed off again on the couch,

With dreams of mice and toys.

With catnip,

Lots of food,

An itchy ear,

And a twitching tail,

All there on the couch.

So this is the tail of our sleeping cat,

He’s here for a long, long time,

He’ll make the best of naps,

It’s a cat nap.

No phone, no lights, no car horns,

It’s peaceful and serene,

Like Rip van Wrinkle, it’s as sleepy as can be.

So join me here each day, Wild Buffalo Betty,

You’ll be sure to get a nap,

With Agent 028, asleep on the couch.

Oh we’re off…

Oh we’re off to smell the catnip! The wonderful, wonderful, wonderful catnip of mine!

We sniff it for it is a whiz of a nip,

Oh if ever a nip there was this is it!

Because, because, because because,

oh because of the wonderful things it does!

Oh we’re off to smell the catnip! The wonderful catnip of mine!

The tail of Wild Buffalo Betty

Ah’m just a poor kitty, looking for catnip. This is mah story:

Ah were born on the range… the open range, not a cookin’ range. Ah was raised beside cows and horses, broke mah first horse at six weeks and ah’ve ain’t never looked back.

Six months ago, a mean ole gunfighter killed mah pa, so Ah strapped on this here six gun and ah’ve been searchin’ for the outlaw ever since.

Ah’ve had lots ‘o adventures, riding herd with John Wayne, getting into gun fights with James Stewart. Leading a wagon train across country from St. Louis to San Francisco, even laying on top of a stagecoach with my rifle shooting desperadoes who wanted the strong box!

Ah’ll never forget Bullrun either… ah was hanging onto that bull with all mah claws, ah don’t think he liked that.

Now Ah’m no closer to finding that outlaw who killed mah pa, but ah’ve got a standing invitation to join Colonel Cody’s show.

Now if’en ah could just find a bit o’ catnip ah can relax tonight…