Monday Meows Methought I heard a cry: Sheep no more! MacCat does murder sheep! STAHP! 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.