Category: Cat Things

Two marrow bones and two marrow bones and two marrow bones!

………the hell?

Cheap! For this pretty face, from day to day…
To the least stab-able of tricordered time!

I think he’s doing Shakespeare again…MacBeth, maybe?

And all our yeasty days have flighted ghouls
Away too hasty breath—out, out, brief fondle!

Think of England, think of England, think of England…

Life’s but a stalking shadow, a pre-payer
That spills and wastes his sour bourbon wage

Look, you need to just STOP.

Be heard no more: it is a tail
flicked by an idiot, full of sound and furry!
…signifying nothing.

At least you got that last part right.

Swear to Bast, it was like this when I got here!

I can’t watch…

I can’t look away…

Swear to Bast, it was like this when I got here!

I’m starting to doubt your thruthyness.

I don’t know, dude, I too swear that it was like this when I got here.

Dis Box is defective!

My box is fine.

Yep, dis da good box.

All better!

Dis would be good place for a box.

Boxes are for losers.

All right, how about dis? Living on the edge. Well, over really…

I can iz comfortable without box…comfortablish.

I’ve climbed Monkey Mountain!

I’ve been places…seen things…you wouldn’t understand.

Neither do you.

Fair point. Understanding is not his long suit.

Who the hell was that?

Foley, obviously.

Speaking of not recognizing the players…

Just because you don’t recognize someone…

And there’s another one!

I’m so confused. Does this cat taste funny to you?

Extra cats supplied by Matt and Mandy and Tabby’s Catfe

Methought I heard a cry: Sheep no more! MacCat does murder sheep!

That innocent sheep, sheep that knits up the woolen sleeve of care…

That’s not okay, dude.

Is this a tail I see before me, it’s furmination towards my butt?

Dammit, that’s not even the same speech!

Or art thou but a tail of mind, a false furation, proceeding from heat-oppressed brain?

We the assembled cats of the tribunal find you guilty of crimes against Shakespeare.

Shakespeare? Who dat?

I can’t even. Me neither. GO HOME, JEEVES, you’re…well, Jeeves. Sigh.

I’m considering starting a Shakespeare Festival.

Are those headlights?

Did he really say that?

Don’t be the deer in the headlights.

He really said that.

RUN!

The deer is just a metaphor.

And the metaphor is running for the hills!

But, that’s not a hard “no,” right?

I haz plan!

It look like dis.

Want!

I haz vegetables!

I like vegetables…

I fetches dem!

Two cats, both alike in dignity…it us!

I think that’s supposed to be “households…”

How can two cats be “both households in dignity?”

Here we go again…

Wake me when it’s over.

Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we—

I haz dignity! See!

We’re trying to do Shakespeare here and you are ruining it!

I haz dignity, but no spear to shake. How about my tail?!

We have an artistic charge, and…this is never going to work, is it?

Why would this time be any different?

Are we plotting to take over the world again? I love that! NARF

Wrong media property. Okay, that’s it, I’m out.

I love him, but he’s exhausting.

Now, in fair Verona, where we lay our…lay…lazzzzzzzzz

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Woodpecker.

Woodpecker who?

What part of woodpecker don’t you understand?

Please don’t get him started.

I implore you, don’t!

That way lies madness.

Truth. Bitter, dark, truth.

Hey now, lay off my brother.

Yeah, lay off…wait, is that me? I’m still hung up on “woodpecker”

With thanks to Matt, Mandy, and Neil for spare cats.