Category: Cat Things

Nothing, no reason, why do you ask?

They look guilty to me.

I never look guilty and butter won’t melt in my mouth.

I iz dubious.

I iz plotting my revenge.

We are also innocent of anything at all.

GROWRR!

Oh Juliet, I iz slain, woe!

Overact much, dude?

I waz riveted!

Really? Because that was one of the worst performances evar.

The Russian judge concurs. 1.2 points.*

2.4 from the forests of Norway…

*Guest cats supplied by Matt and Mandy.

You’re not my real monkey and I don’t have to listen to you.*

You’re not my real monkey and I don’t have to listen to you.

You’re my real monkey, but I’m deaf and can’t listen to you.

You’re my real monkey, and I hate that I have to listen to you.

I like listening, but I’m not going to remember it in ten seconds. Narf.

It’s too late to say you’re not my real monkey after you fed me? Bleah!

Hey there, monkey boy, do you want to listen to me?

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*extra cats courtesy of Matt and Mandy

Not part of the storyline, but 4 cats 1 room and 0 fighting! WIKTORY!

I’m bored.

I’m delicious.

I’m a leezard.

…the hell was that?

A leezard, duh. You know what a leezard is right?

Killy it!

Dammit, missed. Oh well, back to the regular program.

We are ennui brackets.

I am totally innocent of anything to do with the cabinet behind me.

I EAT YOUR HEAD

No, I asked for head skitches, not chomps. Like dis.

Fine, skritch, skritch. No we are mobius cat!

I haz the ball and none of you can have it!

Chill. The thumb-monkeys are gone. Is relax time. Narf.

I am relaxed. This is totally me relaxing! You believe me, right!

No. This is relaxing.

Like this?

No, that’s just a variation of this.

Fine. I can do this. Breathe. Breathe. NOW, RELAX!

There you go. Now, that’s relaxing with styyyyyyle.

He’s right behind me, isn’t he?

Yep.

And now, he’s right behind me, isn’t he?

I is! Yep, yep, yep!

He’s a little goofy that way…

Sigh.

Screw, it! Now we dance!

What do you want to do tonight…is that a camera?

You are an eternal disappointment to my plotting.

I like plotting…

I like skritches.

I skritch likes.

Is that a ceiling? I like ceilings.

Is this a cat I see before me, it’s five pointy ends toward my hand.

I foof at you, sir, I foof indeed.

 

Could you run that by me again?

What do you want to do tonight?

The same thing we do every night, try to take over the world!

Oh ghods, they’ve adopted Pinky and the Brain.

What makes her say that, Wooster?

Perhaps it’s because of your evil expression, Jeeves.

You guys aren’t fooling anyone. Right, Bodi?

Sorry, Cham, can’t talk, STRING!

Has anyone ever pointed out how easy it is to distract you?

Did you not hear me? STRING!

That joke leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

The boys in black and white are Murphy Wooster and Martel Jeeves

and the latest addition to Chez McCullough’s menagerie.

Thumb-monkey, you’re leaving us. Again. We do NOT approve.

There are worse things than the thumb-monkey leaving. Trust me.

Oh my…*

Eek!*

I don’t mean to make little of your plight, but I appear to be flying…

Now that’s funny!

Yeah, see if I ever sympathize with y’all again.

Yeah, somehow, I think, we’re going to be fine.

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Pardon me, but did I hear someone call for Greensheep?

Or, waits, “sleeves”? Oh. Nevermind.

*With thanks to Sara and James for the spare cats.

Is this where you apply for the cat blogging job?

Uh, maybe…but it’s cats only, and I not so sure you qualify.

I definitely a cat!

Looks stoned to me.

You wanna make something of it, little one?

I makes a nappy thing of it.

I like naps. This is the bear blog interview isn’t it?

No. Is cats only. Like me. I iz only new cat for blog. Go way!