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!

Well, obviously!

Home is where lap is.

You McCullough cats are soooooo spoiled.

We are also deeeeelicious!

No, you don’t eat your own foot, you eat the thumb-monkey!

Now that’s funny!

I can quit any time.

You just keep telling yourself that.

Wait, you’re still listening to her.

Ooooh, I like your stylezzzzzzzzzzz

You are such a lazy muffin.

You say that like lazy muffin isn’t a cardinal cat virtue.

*Thanks to Tabby’s Cat Cafe for several guest cats 1 of whom was heading for her forever homes when I took these pics. Rita Rolly-Polly has been adopted. She was my favorite. But Oculus the Tail Master and Martel King of Sleep are both still looking for their people.

Let’s play a mystery game, I’ll be the body.

All your life.

Wait, I thought your name was Bodi.*

Wait, somebody murdered Bodi? Does that mean I’m next?

You never listen.*

Did somboy sayzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

*Thanks to Tabby’s Cat Cafe for several guest cats 1 of whom was heading for her forever homes when I took these pics. Rita Rolly-Polly has been adopted. She was my favorite. But Oculus the Tail Master and Martel King of Sleep are both still looking for their people.

Okay, chill off in 3. 2. Zzzzzzzzz.*

I’m in.

Can’t touch this!

I see and raise—off to my forever home!**

Me too!**

See ya later, cats, I’ll still be here in the garden, lovin life.**

Beat this for chill style!

Chill…whoops, I thought you said be chilling. Dammit!

*Thanks to Neil, Kim, and Jonny for some guest regulars

**And to Tabby’s Cat Cafe for our other visitors 2 of whom were heading for their forever homes when I took these pics. Sherman McSnugglemuffin and Primrose of the Lawn are off to new stomping grounds while the lovely Rita Rolly-Polly continues to entertain the regulars for a bit longer.