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Dis cat storage, right?
One does NOT store a cat!*
Dis cat ready for storage. Nice, cozzzzzzzz
I now do my interpretative dance of storage.
I gots wrapping paper and everything!
I can reach you from here. ALL of you.
*With thanks to Kim and Jonny for the likeness of His Imperial Kittiness the mighty Diphthong O’Malley
I am totally comfortable.
Of course you are.
And not even a little bit stuck. Right?
I iz never stuck!
He said from the pit he just fell into behind the buckets…
I totally meant to do that. And the thing with the slats.
Of course you did.
Why does nobody believe I can take care of myself?
That’s a rhetorical question, right?
Absolutely. Also, I totally know what rhetoricaciousness is.
I’m bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored…
I’m tired. Also I know how to use blankets.
I can use blankets too!
Dude, I’m trying to see your planet from here. No luck so far.
Wait, what’s that?
Move along, this doesn’t concern you.
Okay then.
Hey, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?
What we do every night, Pinkie, plot to take over the WORLD!
You’re not serious?
I am made entirely of serious!
Me too, narf!
Well, I’m going to plot to tip over this jar of honey.
Not cool, dude, I know where the jar came from.
Why am I surrounded by naysayers and idiots?
Ima guess it’s because you don’t have a really cool box like dis.
Whatevvvvver, I don’t need no stinkin’ box.
I’m fine on these bare boards.
Really.
With thanks to @TheBarbarienne for the suggestion of “Monday Meows.”
Lets do the timewarp again.
It’s just a jump to the left…
And a crawl to the right…
Put your tongue on your toes…
No, it’s your tongue on your nose!
Screw dis, I sing you the songs of my people! YEOWARL!
That ain’t right.
Let’s get back to the real song.
It’s the carpet ruck that really drives them insa-a-a-ane!
Time is fleeting?
Madness takes it’s toll.
Let’s do the time warp again!
With belated thanks to @TheBarbarienne for the suggestion of “Monday Meows.”
Is he still behind me?
RUN!
I pretend to be vulture and fly instead.
That’s not a vulture. This is a vulture.
Great, Wooster with knives. At least it’s not Jeeves…
I like knives! I haz them in my foots…feets…toes!
Not looking.
Gratuitous Snugglecats Shot!
With thanks to Jonny for his chairlift.
I wrote a guest post about my new middle grade fantasy novel, Magic, Madness, and Mischief over at the YA Authors You’ve Never Heard Of blog.
There is something seriously wrong with this wine bottle.
Nevermind that, cats. What do you all think of my senior photo?
Yummy!
I’ve got my tail!
Dude, what does that have to do with the glamour shot?
I can be glamorous too! See.
That which has been seen can never be unseen.*
That’s why I try to sleep through everything.*
This is wisdom.*
Oh good, no one noticed my little bag problem.
*Guest kitties courtesy Tabby’s Catfe.
Freckles, Cecil, Deke, and Pickles and all available for adoption to good home.
Our tuxedo boys also started there.
Pssst… I’ll be reading and signing at the Har Mar Barnes and Noble in Roseville MN on Jan 25 at 6:30 PM
Little teefs!
I can’t look, teefs make me nervous.
We must never speak of this again.
Or this. We must never speak of this again, either.
Why is Wooster always involved in we must never speak of this pics?
If I told you I’d have to kill you. So, don’t speak of this again.
Capiche?
