Burnie

 

Hi, it's me Burnie.  I hope you had a good Christmas, I know I did.  Mom's son, my brother, came all the way from Seattle for a visit.  There were lots of boxes for me to hide in.  But, the best part is that my brother brought me a present.  A while ago I mentioned how much I liked the Purrfect Arch, and he brought it here for me.  He also brought a present for Crash, something to put on the wall so she can scratch her chin.  She really likes to have her chin scratched.

 

After all the presents were unwrapped, we had our traditional Christmas afternoon.  Mom and my brother take the pieces of wrapping paper and throw them to (or at) me.  They don't hurt, mostly they miss.  They aren't good throwers.

 

 

Here are a couple of pictures of me enjoying my present.  I really like it.  It's just like the commercial, and it makes me purr really loud.

I really, really Christmas.  I can hardly wait for next year.  

Crash,  Burn and I all want to wish you a Merry Christmas and to all a Good Night.

Burnie Speaks

 Crash and I have a complaint to register.  For some reason, today when we finally got a cold day, there is no heat.

Mom said that she called to have someone look at the heater, but we wouldn't know about that, she locked us up most of the day.  She even had the nerve to wake me up to put me in the other room.  She tried to redeem herself by giving us some catnip.  It helped a little.

After she got a phone call, she even turned the fireplace on, it felt so good.  She wasn't too happy after that phone call, so I guess we'll be cold for a day or too.

When you're all snug and warm in your houses tonight, please think of Cash and me. We'll probably be burrowing under the covers to keep warm.

Burnie here

 This is one of my favorite times of the year.  Winter is coming!

That's when mom takes out her furry throws.  I don't know why they're called throws, they're placed neatly on the furniture and just sit there.  No one throws them around.

She puts them on her bed and sometimes I sleep there.  It's so cozy.

 



 



 

There's one on a chair in the living room.  I like that one too, but I can't hide when I'm sleeping on that one because it's white and I'm black and white.

 

 

 

Here I am on my favorite.  You can see me here because mom used the flash when she took my picture.  Usually, you can only see the whites of my feet and face.

 









 

I really, really like these fur things because I don't have to share them.  Crash is afraid of them, she won't even walk on them.  Silly Crash.

 

I guess you saw some of the Christmas stuff in the pictures.  We'll talk about that another day.  Until then, it's time for my nap.  See ya.

New York and the Police

I can't believe I'm saying this, but for the first time in my life I actually agree with a union.

The recent edict by the mayor of New York has decided that as a result of the death of a person resisting arrest, the police will have to undergo retraining.  Naturally, the police union has rejected this idea.  Hmm, retraining sounds like something out of 1984.  I wonder what this retraining will mean.

Will the police have to approach a suspect and say, "Mr/Ms suspect, I'd like to invite you to accompany me to the local precinct to have your picture taken, your fingerprints taken and fill out some paperwork."

The better solution to the recent deaths of suspects who were resisting arrest would be to have this retraining of all the residents of a locality, city, state or even the country.  This retraining would emphasize treating the police officer with respect, treating the law with respect and treating your neighbors with respect and when you are approached by the police not resisting arrest.

All of this respect has been missing from the recent protests around the country.  We've seen bottles and rocks thrown at police officers, laws broken and neighbors' businesses destroyed, looted (stolen from) and burned to the ground.  I know this sounds very naïve, but if everyone respected the police, our laws and neighbors, the majority of our problems would be solved.

Getting back to NYC, there are times when I'm sorry that I left, but this new mayor DiBlasio has taken away those regrets.