Mom’s spent a lot of time yelling at the tv. She was very…upset…when the Saints were a yard outside the goal and couldn’t get a touchdown. Their kicker-guy sure is doing a lot of scoring for them. Poor guy.

So far the scariest thing was watching Mom jump up and start dancing during the half-time show. It kinda looked like she was doing those workout things that are on her dvds, but without all the fitness equipment and with a wine cooler (icky!) and food in her hand. I tried to take a picture (read: video) of her…dance routine, but Mom nixed that and deleted it from the camera. Meanie.

It was so embarrassing to watch. I mean Isis even ran from the room *shakes head* It was that scary.

Gonna go watch the game some more with Mom. Maybe I can gets more foods off her? And maybe the Saints will get their act together. They’re kinda sad right now.

So what’s with the excitement? Wells you should already know, it’s Super Bowl Sunday and the New Orleans Saints are playing the Indianapolis Colts!! Mom and I root for the Cowboys all the time, but since they didn’t go (again) Mom is rooting for the Saints. She really doesn’t care for the Colts, but she doesn’t hate ‘em like she does the Patriots, 49ers, Steelers, and Vikings though, so she’s going for the Saints. The Saints are a team she sorta-likes so that’s good. I’m going for the Saints too ’cause Mom is.

See, I’ve already staked out my spot on the couch. I’ve been watching the pre-game stuff they have on. Kinda boring but exciting too. Seeing all hyped up and running around, not to mention all the food, has me extra eager. I love the spreads Mom makes for games, but this one is huuuuge. *drools*

Isis doesn’t get the fuss, but then she’s weird. Silly Isis, you don’t have to understand or like the humans’ football to enjoy the food.

There’s aren’t any fancy entertainment centers in this house, just Mom’s 20″ tv hooked into the stereo for big sound. Still though, it’s gonna be good. Oh yeahs, I can’t waits! Mom will probably get kinda crazy during the half-time show though ’cause it’s The Who playing. I’ll try and take pictures of her being silly for everyone.

Be backs later with updates and thoughts on the game!

Mommy has some small little heaters you plug in going though. One in the bedroom, one in the living room, and one in the bathroom. So I’m curled up in front of the one in the living room which has Mommy upset because I’m, apparently, “hogging all the heat”. Hmph. Let that be incentive for you to stop playing around and get the heater turned on Mommy!

The tv is on right now and just a minute ago I saw a very funny commercial. They mentioned offering spa filters and pool cleaning services. Silly humans, what human in their right mind would be swimming and using a pool right now with this kind of weather? It’s cold, raining, and windy? And there was some snow that fell last night but didn’t stick. Who would need that stuff right now?

And that is how I ended up on the floor trying to watch the Cowboys play while avoiding getting my pretty, fluffy, tail from being stepped on every time the humans jumped up and down. That Romo though, he’s so stoopid. I think he thought he was playing for the Giants ’cause he kept throwing the ball to the wrong team! They call them “interrceptions” but I swear he was doing it deliberately. I wasn’t the only one who thought so either. The humans all agreed with me. You sees, Romo was like one of those weight loss product you see advertised on tv late at night. He played, humans started loosing their appetite and then were eating less altogethers.

Mom was even ranting about the game on Twitter! Eventually it got so bad I left. Mom still had my seat and wasn’t giving it up, the humans were stomping and yelling, and no more food was being handed out. I decided to come over to teh interwebs since Mom left the computer on. Before I could do that though Mom came over and tried to steal the chair from me.

Theres I was, minding my business and then Mom pulls the chair back and tries to sit down. When she saw me she tried to pick me up and put me on the floor but I wasn’t buding. I dug my claws in and held on. Eventually Mom settled for Tweeting while standing up then heading back to watch the game.

Wut? You thinks you can steal my spot then come and sits here during commercials? I don’t thinks so. Oh noes Mom, you took my spot now I takes yours!

After the game I had to gives up the chair ’cause Mom wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was very upset since the Cowboys lost (BECAUSE OF ROMO! GRRRR!) so I decided to be generous and let her have her chair back. Aren’t I nice?