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.

Ima just frog on out of here.

I like frogs…

I like whiskey…

Two great tastes…

Stop. Right. There.

Go here instead.

I’m in.

I’m not blurry, that’s the whiskey.

You and me both, lady, you and me both.

Squirrel! We’re gonna need to stage a raid!

About that…

Here’s my plan.

Dude, that’s just wrong.

No, that’s war, baby!

Clever…

I’m afraid of giant birds.

Who isn’t?

Me. I kill them with fire and then eat them roasted.

With thanks to Matt and Mandy for the spare cats and Matt’s raid art.

Look, we iz a science fiction convention.

I iz Cat of Honor!

I be your liaison.

I your biggest fan.

I champion cosplayer!

Which character iz you?

FeatherCAT!

As Cat of Honor I judges costume contest. You 7.6.

I 8.7 at least. Bad judge, no treat.

I cosplay the CoH! No one can tell us airport.

No ebil twins!

Dead dog party!

Those of you who have been following my cat blogging for a while know that in addition to our own floofs, we have a few recurring guest cats. Sadly one of our frequent fuzzy friends has passed from this world. Pippin was a big fluffy powder puff who was much adored by his humans, Matt and Mandy. He was generally much less impressed with me, but that was because we most often interacted when I was playing substitute human while Matt and Mandy were off having adventures, and I was hardly adequate compensation for the lost time with his loved ones. I’ll miss him.

This is the 1st picture from the 1st time I cat sat. He was not impressed.

That was a theme.

Though, he liked Laura well enough when she was available

Here he is with his “brother” and age mate, Birkie.

And his baby “sister” Trilly.

Mostly I saw him like this.

He loved his food.

Even to the point of tolerating indignity for treats.

This is one of the last pictures I took of him after he’d slowed a bit.

Dignity in all things.

And my favorite picture of him.

Goodbye, Pippin, I’m glad I got to know you. (More pics follow)

But I’m out of heart for captions.