It's Bob O'Clock Everywhere

Attention, my dearest friends on the internet,

It is officially Bob O’Clock…the first one since I flew off to heaven. Celebrations should commence immediately with snacks, naps, and a steady lineup of old black-and-white movies.

It’s been a full day here as I continue exploring my new home with the woman’s dad, AKA Bob #1. I am surprised and perhaps a little alarmed to confirm that the woman was right: we are a lot alike. We both get up extra early in the morning, love to watch the weather from the gigantic window overlooking the backyard, and we’re both firmly convinced that our way is the right way. The difference is…there’s no such thing as “the right way”. We’re both right. Obviously.

Now, I’d like to clear up a common misconception about heaven. It’s not all harps and clouds…unless that’s your thing. Heaven is what you want it to be.

For me? Heaven is a cozy home with big poofy cushions, blankets you can sink into, a fireplace in the winter, and an open window in the summer so the cool morning breeze can ruffle your whiskers. It’s filled with unlimited Fancy Feast, fresh nip (never that crusty dried-out store stuff), and dishes of homemade gravy scattered throughout the house like little treasures.

And the best part? You’re surrounded by the ones you loved on earth. The vile beasts and annoying humans who plucked your very last nerve? They’re…shall we say, elsewhere.

It is, without question, a glorious place. The only thing missing is kisses from the woman. But I know the day will come when she’ll be right here with me…and until then, Bob #1 and I will hold down the fort.

Wishing you all a relaxing weekend. Remember, it’s Bob O’Clock everywhere.

Very truly yours,

Bob
Heaven’s Weather Watcher & Snack Supervisor