Category: Friday Cat Blogging

I can dance if I want to.

We can leave your friends behind.

Because your friends don’t dance…

That’s not really what I’d call dancing. More like flopping with intent.

I’m dreaming of a sausage bigger than my head.

Me too!

I ate one of those once.

I remember. I spent the night downwind. Never again.

I feel…funky…and long…

That’s not right.

…………………………….No, I’m right, Jeeves is left.

Looks like more of a tops and bottoms thing…

Don’t even go there.

I have the worst coworkers…

Do you know what I love about hoomans?

Their flavor?

No, it’s their big ugly pink jellybean toes!

There is something really really wrong with you.

I love their big pink jellybean towels.

Srsly?

No, I lied. I’m OK with body heat and can-opening thumbs, but the rest is pretty meh.

Somewhere out there…

No singing!

How about conjuring? As in Mister Mistopholes, the original…

Don’t make me come over there and slap you silly.

Can somebody make this hat work?

Like dis?

No, like dis. I haz headscarfs!

In Catistan, Cat wears you as hat!

Is this a mousie I see before me, it’s squeaker toward my paw?

Hey Gurl!

Wait, did he just ‘hey gurl,” Lady MacMurderpaw?

Yupper.

Okay, cool.

My gallop ends in wall. Fuzzy, comfy…zzzzzzzz

That boy is a ten gallon hat on a three gallon mind.

Wait, are we doing a cowboy theme? I forgot my saddle.

I’ll just be over here doing a facepaw.

I’m sooooooooo bored.

Sounds like a job for random leezard!

…the hell?

________________________Yeah, so much that.

Everybody love leezard! Especially teeny leezard.

No, really, they don’t.

But, and I want to emphasize this: RANDOM LEEZARD!

That’s just no okay.

Quick form circle of defense!