Did somebody mail order a box of condensed evil?
That would be me.
By the floofing of my tail something wicked this way mail.
How about a box of goofball?
I can work with that too.
Excellent.
Author
Call me Fishmeal!
Oh, ghods and monsters, he’s off again.
Serval ears ago – never mind how long prehensily
To be fair, he’s always off.
Says the cat carrying on a romance with a garden sculpture…
Having little or no money to parse, and noting particular interest in shore
Okay, you might have a point there.
Shuts I’z recitins!
Sadly, yes.
I thinked I’d sails about a little to see the whatevery parts of the world.
It’s like a train wreck, but without the cute bits.
Tis a way I haz of driving off the spleen—bad spleen, go wayz—
Also it regulates the circumcision.
I don’t think that word means what you think it means.
Whatvers. I finds self growing grime about the mouth in a…
damp, drizzly November of the soul
Okay, that’s it. You’re done. Everyone can go home now. Bye.
Nothing. No reason. Why do people keep asking about “evil” plans?
Surely, you can’t be serious.*
She’s a tortie, we are always serious, and don’t call us Shirley.*
Really. That’s the line you’re going with?**
Define “evil”, because I’m a little hazy on the whole good/evil thing.
Imagine every atom in your body exploding outward at the speed of light.
No, silly, that’s good/bad.*
I’m bad, I’m bad come on. You know I’m bad!
And, with that communique from Planet Jeeves, we conclude our broadcast.
*Extra (super-adoptable) kitties via Tabby’s Catfe
**Except for this dude. Bob Meowerly got his forever home already.
Our love is a sacred thing.
Pretty sure that’s a rock.
Nope. This is a rock. A big ‘un too.
I don’t thin there were any cats in that picture at all.
I’m calling a meeting of the Committee for Feline Domination.
Sorry, napping. Can’t come.
I smell betrayal.
Nope. Naps take precedence. It’s in the charter, dude.