Wordy Wednesday and More Videos!

So, today I decided would be a good day to post Brad's "essay" about Gus - he goes off into other things too, and well, I think it will show you that the crazy people I live with don't all have fur. After that there are a few more videos of the cats when we were playing with Da Bird. They are pretty short. Oh, and the other day a few of you mentioned how nice it is that they all play together and no one gets bopped - well, it isn't that sweet unfortunately. See, Virgil loves Da Bird so much, but Barney, Gus and Stella llike it a lot too. So when Virgil wants to play, because he is smaller, he can't really play too well, and he gets upset and leaves. So now, when I play with all of them, I also try to play again with just Virgil too. Since the kittens are still sleeping in the bedroom (and Barney likes to be in there too) with the door shut, I just put them up there like normal, and then go play with Virgil for a while so he gets his Da Bird time. The other three are fine playing together, and Virgil tries, he just doesn't ever seem to be able to get it with them around. I will try to get some Virgil only video soon. Kirzon has no interest in Da Bird, and in fact has been known to run off upstairs when it comes out. So you will never see him with it! I have some still photos of them playing too which I will put up in the next few days!

Anyway, here is Brad's essay - unedited (except he had ales instead of ails - I did fix that).

I have a rocks glass of whiskey and a laptop with fur on the motherboard. What you are going to get out of that is a story about some cats, the truth about Gus, and the reason that purple tastes so fantastic.
First, Gus takes care of Stella. If Stella is sleeping upstairs in the blankets when Amy makes dinner (Cat dinner), Gus runs up the stairs and returns a minute later with a blurry-eyed Stella. That story was longer in my head, and probably would be longer if I told it, but it still rocks out loud.
Now for the truth about Gus – he’s a German. Right after Stella and Gus moved in, I announced that Gus was a German. Amy took that statement just like my announcement that I am always taking my camera to Target whenever we go buy kitty litter incase a UFO shows up. Come on, that shot would be great, admit it. A big old UFO in day light with a bag of scoopable next to it for a size reference…. Anyway, Gus is German. Physically, Gus is orange, the cat fur version of blonde. That may seem like a coincidence but he is also muscular like an Alpine skier. Look at his furry little face and then look at the face of anyone who owns a Kraftwork CD – like brothers I tell you. Here is the true proof. Gus was standing in the middle of our sizable herd of cats when Amy called him for something. No response, but I searched my knowledge of the German language and called ‘Der Kommissar’. Gus looked right at me.
Finally, purple. Purple tastes great and it will fix what ails you. Take your average popsicle; in red it is a refreshing desert, in orange it is very refreshing, but in purple it both tastes great and makes you healthy. Also, say it. Purple. You’re welcome. Now say robber. Robber.
In conclusion, Gus is German.

 And now for the videos