HighTailing

Mister Smitty has RTS (Restless Tail Syndrome)!

                 

When The Smitty comes a-callin’ to meet and greet a wayward Mister or one of their visitoirs, The Smitty’s tail is completely elevated. At its quivering tip, a little bend: a question mark.

“Do you have a question, Mr. Smitty?”

“Yeah. Where you been? Get ovah t’hea and get some of my scent on ya so you won’t get lost again.”

“Any further questions?”

“Yes. What you waitin’ foh? Hightail it back into your box and get me my foods!”

Olympics #2: Come pet it if…

We’re back with continuing (tedious) coverage of the Beiging Olympics (it is, after all, an Olympian task to beige the world, but the march toward the blending down of everything to a uniform beige is the way the phenomenal world’s cookie crumbles. And hey, you can’t unstir the cream from the coffee, so –

“ANY-way!”

The Smee is a top contender in “The Flop,” headed for the medal, but what other events is he competing in, Mister?

Mister, he’s in the “Car-Smelling” Competition, the “Gleeful 100-foot Scamper,” but I’d say to watch for him in the “Flowerbox Medley.”

What’s that, Mister?

It involves sleeping in flowerboxes with all sorts of plants growing in them.

Mister, is that dangerous?

Only for the plants.