Flying beasts and bread tins.

After being away on a 'road trip', mom subjected us to the most horrible treatment.

Wonder who I'm giving a piece of my mind to?

It's this persnickety owl that decided to land in MY yard. Guests are by invite only!

Gunther issued a warning to the flying beast.

It wasn't until after I unnecessarily exerted huge amounts of energy telling off this beast, that mom informed me it was a plastic owl.  She said it's supposed to keep other birds from crapping on her car by scaring them away. Well that's just the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I mean, it didn't scare me so how's it supposed to scare other birds...

Just when I thought my weekend couldn't get any worse, mom thought she'd torture me with the picture taker and a hunk of junk she found at a garage sale. I really hope my sweetie Brutus doesn't see me like this.

Flat Brutus was afraid he was next. The poor thing hid in the garden.

It's okay little one, I'll sacrifice my cuteness to spare you.

It's an old bread tin in case you're wondering. I don't see the appeal, particularly when I'm forced to sit in it. 

Then she went crazy and decided it'd be cute to involve Gunther and Betty.

Contain your excitement there Gunther. Wouldn't want you to fall off the tin and break your butt.

Betty took the opportunity to flex her muscles and try out her sexy pose.

I suppose we deserve this punishment after all the trouble we've caused. I just hope Gunther doesn't get himself into more trouble with St. Patrick's Day around the corner. I hear he's supposed to go out on a double, errr I mean quadruple date with Twinkie and Frankie. I think I'm just going to lay low with my Brutus. Anyone else have something fun planned?

Ms. Stella