It's true, there are some people out there who have so much time on their hands that they make videos of Thundercats. Then there are other people who claim neglect/abuse on the behalf of the remote controls of the downstairs television.  If you're interested in a laugh, by all means read what is under the cut; this comes from someone who claims to have a job, but they obviously had the time to come up with this B.S.

( Legal Action Taken on Behalf of the Downstair Remote Controls )Then, and then!  The person who wrote the above nonsense has tried to get me personally envolved in that crap!  Am I wearing a sign that says "I'm stupid" on it?  No!  I have injuries to my foot that have yet to be repaired and the aforementioned person seems to think that I need to get involved in this conspiracy.  I'm not that dumb, foolish, and insanse.  I will not endanger the wonder that I am.  I am the center of the universe and extremely perfect, not has perfect as the cats, but I'm still perfect.  Some people are just nuts.

Later,
Gunther

I have been abandoned while my caregiver and her parents take K. back home via California! And they have left me behind. This feels almost outrageous but when I think about all this trip my caregiver is taking entails, I am quite glad that I am not coming along. Because they are talking K. home, back to Colorado, where there will be those other children. And I hate kids with a passion that cannot be adequately described in words, as anyone would know if they read my blog on a regular basis.

And I am locked away in my caregiver's room, safe and secure as I should be. But at least, now that K. is being taken back home, my caregiver will have additional time to spare giving me every ounce of her attention that she does not throw the way of the cats. Because I deserve all the attention and love that my caregiver can provide for me. I am the center of the universe. Yes, I know I say that I am the center of the universe constantly, almost every post in fact, but I only say it because it's true and people need to be reminded of this fact on a regular basis. And people also need to be reminded of how I am better looking than Josh Groban. It's true, and anyone who does not believe that I am better looking than Josh Groban, is a fool. Yes, crawfordwraith, I think you are a fool. I am so handsome, it is unbelievable.

I think I will depart now to enjoy the quiet of not having to put up with the distraction that K. has caused during his stay. The cats are having their fun, but they're allowed because they are the two most precious cats in the entire world. Not as precious as me, but I am in a category all to myself, as it should be.

Later,
Gunther

This is just not fair or right, I tell you. I am the center of the universe and no one is more important than me! It's true, and you're a fool if you don't agree with me. I am more handsome than Josh Groban; I know I keep saying this and it may have gotten old by now, but some people still need to be reminded (and not to mention, convinced) that I am much better looking than Josh Groban. I do not lie! And anyone who believes or says otherwise has no clue what they are talking about. I am very handsome; it's impossible to get more handsome than me, though those two cats my owner has would argue otherwise. The cats are handsome but just not quite as handsome as me. I am so wonderful, it is amazing. And because I'm so wonderful, I think my caregiver and her parents should ask for my opinion on all things, including who comes over to visit. And do they ask me????? Of course not, because apparently they don't think my opinion matters in this instance. At all. Excuse me, who's the center of the universe, after all? Me. Yes, the very handsome Cabbage Patch Kid that I am. I cannot believe that they have not asked my opinion on the matter of having people over as guests in their house. Not only is my opinion important on this matter, but they need to take into consideration how the cats feel on the matter. The dear and precious cats do not like visitors. They only people the cats like are my caregiver and her parents, that's it. And what are they doing? They are inviting one of the children of my caregiver's sister! This is outrageous, I tell you. Absolutely uncalled for!!!!!!!!!!

This is just not right. It is very upsetting to me that I will have to deal with one of those children for who knows how long. Outrageous and uncalled for. I will just hide in my room and ignore said child if he decides to come into my caregiver's room. Perhaps the look of death will persuade him to never enter my caregiver's room ever again. I must go plan what kinds of terrible things that I can do to this child to convince him he never wants to return. And the cats will love me for it, I am sure of it.

Later,
Gunther

There is someone out there who is lying to me and that makes them a fool in my opinion. My caregiver is undertaking this trip by car from Reno back up to her place of residence, and I decided to tag along because it involved going to see the relative of hers that I keep mentioning. This is the same relative who apparently said that I am "a foul-mouthed little asshole". She also apparently said that I need an ass-kicking, which is why I decided to come, to see if I would get this promised ass-kicking. Apparently, according to the relative, she never promised this. I need an explanation here. Someone is feeding my caregiver lives and it needs to stop immediately! I am the center of the universe and need to be treated as such. And someone is feeding me garbage, and I will need to take this issue up with the said offender. There's only two people who are feeding me garbage and my caregiver is getting one side of the story. Annoying.

I am wonderful, better looking than Josh Groban. I am wonderful and should be treated like I am the center of the universe. People should worship me for the wonder that I am. And I am amazing, if truth be told. I am also better looking than that Luke Goss fellow. Hands down, I am more handsome than both Josh and Luke. Anyone who says otherwise has no idea what they are talking about. Fools! Loads of them are out there, I tell you.

The trip is underway; we are at the aforementioned relative's house this evening. We will leave some time tomorrow. Thus far, I have not emerged from my hiding spot in my caregiver's backpack. Not that I mind at all. I'm cozy inside, and I don't have to deal with anyone. And at least she's not trying to murder me by taking me on nasty Disneyland rides like Splash Mountain. I am still traumatized by the multiple times I was taken on the ride while we were there. Annoying!!!!!!!!!!! On the whole, I am not so abused or traumatized. There was the time that Seth touched me. I shutter at the thought of Seth touching my person.

I could go on about how my life is so traumatized, but I am way too tired at the moment to think past that. People are fools.

Later,
Gunther

See this sofa...if it were so freaking ugly then why did someone just favorite this photo on Flickr? Explain this to me???? Or am I just some "foul-mouthed little asshole" who deserves an ass-kicking???

Yeah, someone has favorited this photo on Flickr.

Later
Gunther

I thought about just how wonderful I truly am. After all, I am the center of the universe and much better looking than Josh Groban can ever hope to be. And that Luke Goss fellow can't be as good looking as me either. I am just absolutely fabulous. I am truly loved here, too, must not forget to mention that either. Wonderful, that's me.

Later
Gunther

I have been neglectful of my blog, but then again, nothing too exciting has happened until this past week when my caregiver went on a camping trip and neglected to take me with her. This is so completely unfair, especially since my caregiver thought about bringing me along on this particular trip.

I am feeling quite abused and neglected here. My caregiver has spent so much time doing other things that don't include my precious self. I am the center of the universe and she has been ignoring my precious person. What gives? She's been off doing this thing and that thing. Going to the movies without me, going camping without me. Wait, I wouldn't want to be seen in a movie theatre, I have better things to do, like contimplate just how wonderful and marvelous I truly am; I am the center of the universe, after all.

My caregiver did come by an idiot today. She seems to like to go the Yahoo! Answers thing to help people who don't know the answer to something and want people to direct them to the correct answer (which in most cases is to just give them the answer and not find it themselves). But she went there today and one of the questions she came across went something like this: "Why don't people in France speak English?" What a freaking moron! Let me explain this in simple terms that will be easy for idiots such as this poster to understand. In France, they speak a language called French. (Fancy that.) And while some of them do speak English well, there is no law that says they have to speak it when English-speaking tourists who come to their country. There is some expectation on their part that foreigners coming to their country will attempt to speak their language. Oh and get this, if you try to speak French when you're in France, they will be a lot nicer to you even if it's a limited amount. Even if you say in French, "Je ne parle pas français. Parlez-vous anglais?" (I don't speak French. Do you speak English?" Even that will get you a little farther. My caregiver was in France last year and spoke a little French while there and it got her a long way, I tell you. Morons, idiots!!!! Try to speak the language of that country and it will get you a long way.

Later
Gunther

Just look at my pictures. Who would not want to look at preciously wonderful me? I am the center of the universe after all. I demand attention as I deserve it. After all, I am better looking than Josh Groban and Luke Goss...c'mon, I'm better looking than both of them combined. I am amazing to the point of awe. If you disagree, then you have a problem.

Later
Gunther

I have been so annoyed at what my caregiver did to me at Disneyland that third day she took me in there, that I have been unable to post about it until now! Plus all the other things that she has done this week that have been so completely and utterly annoying.

On the the third day she took me inside Disneyland as she again forgot to take me out of her backpack, she tried to drown me again on Splash Mountain. How completely rude because you can't get more wonderful than me. I am the center of the universe. She took me on Splash Mountain twice in a row; the first time was not as bad as the second time because she sat in the back but the second time, she was insane (and rude) enough to sit in the front row with me. Talk about trying to drown me there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then Splash Mountain stopped on us twice that second time, first right before the big dropped and a second time after the big dropped and this time they had to take us off the ride. At least they were nice enough to give us a pass to get back on the ride. There should be a way for me to blame not only my caregiver for this experience but K. as well, because he was there too. So, she took me on that stinking ride a third time, not only was K. there, but the rest of the family too. I hate kids!!!!! Especially annoying is the other K. I am still in shock that she tried to not only drown me on multiple occasions while we we were at Disneyland but she found ways to try to murder me as well. I cannot believe she treated me like this. I am wonderful and the center of the universe and should be treated as such.

Then!!!!!!!! A couple of days after her return from her trip to Disneyland, her sister and her children arrived. I hate kids, I hate them so utterly and completely that I cannot adequately put my hatred into words. And since their arrival she has been their chaufer and their maid. Take them here or there, clean up the mess they have made, or look for this box of things that K. insisted on having for reasons I cannot explain.

She should have been giving 100% of her attention to me, not them, as I am the center of the universe and I am completely wonderful, you can't get more wonderful than me. Plus I am so much better looking than Josh Groban and Luke Goss and everyone else that crawfordwraith thinks is sexy or better looking than me. It is utterly and completely unfair. I am wonderful and everyone should think I am wonderful

And Seth needs to stop looking over my caregiver's shoulder as she writes this; I may have to get mean to him or something. No, wait, he hardly ever comes into my caregiver's room. I must think up some other evil to bestow upon him.

I am so annoyed I think I will stop writing and just be really annoyed.

Later
Gunther

As of yesterday, I can now officially say I have been to Disneyland. Yeah, been there done that! My caregiver and I, we spent much of yesterday doing our own thing, which is good since I don't like children at all and spending time in their company is painful on my person. I hate kids, always, because all kids believe they are more precious than me, which is impossible. It is quite impossible to get more precious than me. I am wonderful, the center of the universe, and more handsome than Josh Groban can hope to be. It's a fact! I still have hope that certain people will one day understand this. She will no matter what she keeps boasting.

Well, I must refocus and concentrate on relaying my experiences at Disneyland. My caregiver dragged me on Big Thunder Mountain, not once but three times! Then she forced me onto that Pirates ride; I do not see the big deal about Jack Sparrow! If this wasn't enough my caregiver tried to drown me by taking me on Splash Mountain. That was just now right, I tell you. And it gets worse, she tried to murder me by taking me on the Indiana Jones ride. I feel lucky I survived.

To add, insult to injury she forced me to sit there in her backpack while she did the whole pin trading thing. But I do have photographic evidence that I have been to Disneyland; the evidence will be posted later as we are still in Anaheim, but my caregiver intends to upload the photo not long after we return home. I am still amazed that I survived the day.

And if the pin trading thing wasn't enough, she dragged me through various stores so she could purchase more pins and a carmel apple, which is something she doesn't even eat. She bought it for her father who loves him. She did not buy me any gifts at all. I should be showered with gifts.

And then! And then! They went to this dinner/show at a place called Medieval Times without even bothering to invite me. Did they even consider if I wanted to attend the show or not? No! This borders on Gunther abuse, I tell you. Now, I would not have wanted to attend because I hate kids and attending would have meant spending additional time with those children.

And today, unintentionally, my caregiver took me back into Disneyland, as she had forgotten that I was in her backpack. Again she tried drowning me by taking me onto Splash Mountain, not once but twice. And Mattahorn Mountain is more murder than the Indiana Jones ride.

As of this post, they still have one more day at Disneyland, and I don't think I will be able to survive another day there.

Later
Gunther

Well, I did decide that I needed to accompany my caregiver and her family to Disneyland. This had to happen, if you want my opinion. Someone needs to keep these fools in line, I tell you. We arrived last evening at the home of the same relative we have been visiting quite consistently, it seems. I was admired by the dog, who is perfect (although not as perfect as my caregiver's cat but perfect all the same) and therefore most precious. However, I am still waiting for the promised ass-kicking that it has been boasted that I require for being the foul-mouthed little asshole. I'm not at all certain why I need this ass-kicking as I have never, ever said anything negative about the dog, and I won't because it's fatal. And why would I want to do something that is fatal????? Do I look suicidal to anyone? I rather enjoy my little rants, and I must continue them so I can expand my audience. It's a slow process. Even I have admitted just how precious the dog is and not just once I might add.

The weather has been very nice, even I can see that from where I am sitting in the office. I have yet to venture outside as I am going to need my rest for Disneyland. Don't know which ride I am going to go on yet; it will probably be several as I will spend the entire day with them when I actually go into the park with my caregiver and her family. I have really enjoyed my stay at the said relative's house; it's been peaceful and I have not been bothered all that much, which suits me just fine. Tomorrow, we will be leaving at an hour I don't really comprehend, but at least I will have a nice spot in the car to rest for the remainder of the journey to Disneyland.

In closing out this blog, I must remind all my readers that I am absolutely, positively wonderful and I am also the center of the universe; if you do not agree with this, you need to come to this understanding and the sooner the better, in my opinion. My opinion is the only one that really matters, despite what my caregiver's cat might tell you. I am much, much better looking than Josh Groban, some day certain people will understand this, and I don't need to point out who. I am also much better looking than Luke Goss and Karl Urban, just in case you hadn't noticed, or needed to be reminded of these facts.

Later,
Gunther

I look fabulous, just in case you didn't notice, and quite frankly, I don't see how you couldn't notice just how wonderful I look. I am in the jacket that my caregiver finished for me last night. She would have taken a picture of me last night but since it was the evening, she didn't have any good lightly to take a wonderful picture of me, or if any better at any rate. And at last, she took a picture of me with the mug she got me while she was in Nuremburg.

I am absolutely wonderful as usual. In other news, my caregiver will be leaving for a trip to Disneyland with her family and I am considering going with them. The best way to remind my caregiver's relative just how wonderful I am is to visit. And I'm still waiting for the ass-kicking she claims I need for being "a foul-mouthed little shit". Bring it on, I tell you. Besides I have never been to Disneyland before despite having lived very closely to the place when my caregiver and her family lived down the street from the Richard Nixon Presidential Library (which was still under construction when she and her family returned to her current place of residence).

I am wonderful and amazing. I am much better looking than Josh Groban; one of these days, crawfordwraith will see the truth of my words. I am waiting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And while you're at it, Wraith, cheer up!!!!!!! I demand that you cheer up immediately. Don't make me come over there!

Later
Gunther

Some people are idiots. My caregiver has been sick the last few days...OK, maybe it's more like the last week...but it has been for the last couple of days that talking has been difficult for her. She's hoarse now. Yesterday, people wanted to talk to her when she obviously sounds terrible and it happened again today; people want her to talk to them. She's sounds terrible and people want her to have some kind of conversation with them. Maybe I should consider some humiliation by doll to make these idiots understand that talking to my caregiver is not a good idea. She had intended to go volunteer on Tuesday (in addition to the normal Wednesday time) but she opted to stay home and get some rest. She still went in Tuesday, and a couple of people she deals with regularly were talking to her like they wanted a response. Idiots, she needs to be resting her voice, you morons! Don't make me sic her aunt on you fools!!!!!!!!! Trust me, you don't want to mess with that woman (even if I tempt her a lot but that's part of my job).

Before I let my caregiver do some other things, I need to remind my readers of the following: I am the center of the universe, it's all about me, I am better looking than both Josh Groban and Luke Goss despite what other people might tell you, and I am absolutely wonderful because you can't get more wonderful than me (those cats are mistaken!!!!!).

Later
Gunther

It seems that I am getting ample opportunities for the whole humiliation by doll experience. Idiots. It is only because there are idiots out there that I have these opportunities to humiliate them. After all, what could be more demeaning than to be humiliated by a doll? The current copyright owners of the CPK line might have something to say about the whole thing, but then I would have to turn my attention on them, and that would not be fun for them. It would be extremely fun for me, however. Besides, I don't think they quite imagined this turn of events in regards to CPK. Just remember what those car insurance commercials put out by Geico --now there's copyright infringement if I ever saw it and that's assuming that the insurance company did not get permission to do that ahead of time. But it must be kept in line that I am an extremely obnoxious doll, which only stems from me being the center of the universe and nothing to do with the fact that I am better looking than Josh Groban, always have been and always will be; this is something I will never conceed no matter what the circumstances are. I am also better looking that Luke Goss as well, and Vinnie and Karl Urban. Yeah, that's me. There is no celebrity who is better looking than me, save maybe Tyra Banks, but even that's pushing it.

I am so annoyed. There has to be someone relatively close by who needs to be humiliated by me. There just has to be!!!!! Someone just needs to come within range of me that deserves to be mistreated by a doll. That would be so much fun, if you ask me.

Well, I must dash and think of what evil things that I can do upon the first person that I can humiliate. And, of course, I must admire my mug.

Later,
Gunther

My caregiver has been ignoring me, a lot lately it seems, but that's alright since there's other things that require her attention. It shouldn't be alright since I am the center of the universe. And I think I can forgive her this once for not making me the center of the universe for the last week or two. Besides if my caregiver isn't fine, she needs to be made so. (Don't get too worried, she's fine! I wasn't implying that she's currently not fine; I was only speaking in hypotheticals. And I only point such things out because I know certain people who read my blog need a sign that says "I'm stupid" on it. I don't rely on you anyway, bitch.)

Good things are happening around here. Today, my caregiver bought some fabric to make me a new jacket. I really look forward to seeing it and wearing it. The fabric she found has some neat designs on it that resemble the Zodiac signage. And it's blue. I like blue as it is a good color for me. I am certain this jacket will make me even more handsome than I already am, even though I don't need the help, unlike some other people...Josh Groban for example. He would definitely need the help. I will say the white make up on Luke Goss was an improvement. Hmmmm, this makes me wonder: What is it with crawfordwraith and men she find attractive who's last names begin with the letter G? C'mon Karl Urban's last name doesn't start with G and neither does Vin Diesel's real last name from what I gather. Before I begin to rant about other things, I feel the need to explain to crawfordwraith that it is, in my opinion, that Karl Urban is better looking than Josh Groban. It's true! And I should not be admitting this. It is not right for guys to be saying that about other guys. But Karl Urban is still not better looking than me. Let there be no mistake be made here. There cannot be found anyone in this entire universe who is better looking than me. It's impossible!

But I am getting a new jacket, eventually. I would hope that my caregiver gets working on my new jacket soon despite the fact she working on yet another blanket that I assume is not meant for me. But she's got the material to make me a new jacket.

I am understanding that there is another opportunity for me to perform a humiliation by doll. Perhaps I should accompany my caregiver to California when she goes to Disneyland because that will be my opportunity to perform said action. I will have to think on that but it sounds like a good idea. It will be fun.

Well, I think that I will end this rant here and now, because my caregiver has other things to do and I need to admire my mug.

Later,
Gunther

Finally!  After too long sitting on the floor next to the desk in the bonus room, I'm finally back in my caregiver's room, on the mantle of her bed where I should be.  That was just wrong, I tell you.  I should never have been put on the floor like that.  I should have been found a place of honor, because I am the center of the universe.   I am more handsome that Josh Groban, and I should not be second place to those kittens.  And on top of that, my caregiver has been ignoring me so she can sort through her bells and study French.  I don't mind the French all that much because I need ways of insulting crawfordwraith without her actually knowing what I'm saying.  And there's going to be other things that are going to distract my caregiver from giving me that attention I deserve.

Later
Gunther

I've decided to blog tonight because I just wanted to announce that this photo that I'm using with this post have been favorited by yet another viewer of my caregiver's account. This is further evidence of just how wonderful I truly am. Another photo of mine has been favorited twice as well; additional evidence of just how wonderful I am. I am the center of the universe, after all, despite the opinion of that cat my caregiver now owns. Unbelieveable, I tell you.

I could go on, but I am too annoyed right now.

I am here with my family, what else should I be more proud of???  Nothing.  I honor them with my exalted presence.  I am precious, wonderful, the center of the universe.  I am a priority, but you wouldn't think that as my caregiver has ben neglecting my blog.  She still hasn't taken a picture of me with the mug she got me in Nuremburg, which is a crime I tell you.  I am great, there is no question about that.

My caregiver has yet to take a picture of me with my new mug, which is just insulting but she has been giving that cat of hers all the attention she usually reserves for me. This is totally unfair!!!! Some of that attention should be geared towards me and only me. I am wonderful, the center of the universe and much better looking than both Josh Groban and Luke Goss combined. One of these days, crawfordwraith with understand this. I have not given up hope. And to think that the picture that I chosen to accompany this post is the same one that I sent her for Christmas a couple years back. I didn't get her anything last year, but my caregiver really didn't give me any time to think about what to do. Totally unfair. I am precious. It is impossible to get more precious than me, if you want my opinion on the matter; even if you don't, there it is. My opinion is important, quite possibly the most important opinion you could ever come across, it's true.

Admire my picture because I deserve to be admired for being as handsome as I am and because I am the center of the universe. Well, I must dash. I should go admire myself in the mirror.

Later
Gunther

My caregiver created a group on Flickr for me, and I learned this morning that it has another member besides my caregiver and crawfordwraith.  This is fantastic.  It proves that I am absolutely amazing and wonderful.  Not to mention that I am much better looking than both Josh Groban and Luke Goss no matter what certain people have to say.  As I have said before, I need a following and the bigger the following the better it is.  I am the center of the universe, even if Kenley the Cat does not agree.  But that cat is beginning to form his Emperor complex.

On the nice token, Merry Christmas!

Yeah, I am absolutely amazing.

Later
Gunther