Category: Friday Cat Blogging

What is best in life?

Thanksgiving in a turkey eat dog world!

What that actual hell?

They shouldn’t ought to make birbs that big!

True, but back to my original question. Life. Best. What?

Guy Fawkes Day American Style.

There is something seriously wrong with you people.

Technically, we’re cats. Well, except for the dog, the turkey, the traitor, his cook, and her mother.

I think we’re losing the thread here.

I like thread! But what’s best…

Is to lie on one’s monkey and hear the lamentations of the cats farther away.

Lamentations. Lamentations. Lamentations.

 

 

Here am I floating in my spacewarp, far above the Earth…

Ground control to Major PITA…

The stars look very different today.

I’ve got you and there’s nothing you can do!

Isn’t that supposed to be planet Earth is blue?

Maybe we can launch the little space oddity.

I thought his name was Oddgar…

Toh-may-toh, toh-mah-toh…

Lets call the whole thing off.

I challenge you all to a think off.

I am thinking about kitten fuds.

I am thinking about murdering this toe.

I am thinking about the taste of future past.

Still kitten fuds.

I too can be contemplicable. See. I am contemplicating.

What? Did y’all seriously think I had the attention span to stay with that?

Kittens. Why did it have to be kittens.

Dirty laundry is what is best in life!

There is something really wrong with that little guy.

Soft beds and sunbeams, dude.

You have to develop bigger ambitions, kitten. You just have to.

OMB! I have just discovered clean laundry fresh from the dryer. Bliss!

Now, that’s the stuff. Add in laps and snackies and you have the foundation of a worldview.

Who wants to play Queen of the Hill?

I find your ideas intriguing. I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

I am getting too old for this shit.

Just sleep it out, dude. That’s what I did when you were the kitten.

I ball. I hearz nothing. I seez nothing.

Guest cat is IN THE HOUSE!

WOOHOO KITTEN POWER!

Greetings, fellow kittens?

You’re not fooling anyone, you know that right?

No, sadly, he really doesn’t.

Pretend I’m biting you, I have a plan!

Seriously? OWW!

But it’s a heist! We’re going for the kitten food! You play lookout.

I sense a disturbance in the crunchies!

Nobody ever invites me to the heist.

I will. You scratch my chin and I scratch my chin too…right?

Everybody gets fed except for me and my monke…APE, I MEANT APE!

Thumb-Monkey will you ask the other cats to play with me.

Can you do that for me? There will be treats.

…………………………………………………..Ew, kitten cooties!

Do you think monkey was serious about treats?

…………………………Yep. Also about not playing as with a ball.

Today you learn how to play my favorite board game.

And I teach you Tic, Tac, Whack the Monkey.

I will teach you competition napping.

………You cats are the best!

Nothing could be more elegant than moi!

I beg to diff…the hell is that?

Dignity personified. That’s what. Bask in my glory.

Can I bask in your meats? WANT!

Maybe if I bury my head, it won’t see me…

Ostriches, not Turkeys. And it’s them hiding, not you hiding from them.

That also looks delicious, and maybe a bit more my size. Want?

Of course I’m comfortable, why do you ask?

You do know you’ve got a clamp on your butt, right?

The clamp and I are friends. You wanna make something of that?

Forget I said anything.

The McCullough cats are really weird.

Wait, I thought the very special guest episode was over.

Thumb-monkey probably forgot to get that one in and is too lazy to fix it. Happens all the time.