Monday Meows

Two marrow bones and two marrow bones and two marrow bones!

………the hell?

Cheap! For this pretty face, from day to day…
To the least stab-able of tricordered time!

I think he’s doing Shakespeare again…MacBeth, maybe?

And all our yeasty days have flighted ghouls
Away too hasty breath—out, out, brief fondle!

Think of England, think of England, think of England…

Life’s but a stalking shadow, a pre-payer
That spills and wastes his sour bourbon wage

Look, you need to just STOP.

Be heard no more: it is a tail
flicked by an idiot, full of sound and furry!
…signifying nothing.

At least you got that last part right.

Monday Meows

Thumb-monkey, I’m bored, show me something amusing.

Did you say, amoosing?

No. No, she did not.

I iz confuzzled.

Nope. Not having any.

Hold me, I’m confused.

Back up. Those were dogs. 50 yard penalty for the thumb-monkey.

Declined.

…………………………………….You have the weirdest cats, man.

Monday Meows

Swear to Bast, it was like this when I got here!

I can’t watch…

I can’t look away…

Swear to Bast, it was like this when I got here!

I’m starting to doubt your thruthyness.

I don’t know, dude, I too swear that it was like this when I got here.

Monday Meows

Dis Box is defective!

My box is fine.

Yep, dis da good box.

All better!

Dis would be good place for a box.

Boxes are for losers.

All right, how about dis? Living on the edge. Well, over really…

I can iz comfortable without box…comfortablish.

 

 

Monday Meows

It was the best of cats, it was the worst of cats…A City of Two Tails.

An age of good views, an age of bad views.

I iz the season of light.

And I am darkness!

I think you cats may have lost the plot.

Now is the waiter of our disco tent!

Oh Great Hairy Ghods, he’s going down the rabbit hole again.

Let me tell you about my book, little brother…

Not Dead, Just Taking A Breather

Hi Folks,

I apologize for the long hiatus in Monday Meows and other posts. It was a rough spring for a variety of reasons including some pretty nasty RSI in my arms and hands. As I am getting close to recovered both mentally and physically, I am hoping to be back soon.

Monday Meows WIll Return: Prob March

Hi folks, sorry I haven’t been posting Monday Meows for the last two months. I got swamped. I intend to start up again in February if not sooner (ETA we’ve had 40 inches of snow since Jan 28, so it’s going to have to wait a bit longer because I’m still shoveling). In the meantime, have some cute cats.

Monday Meows Cat Blogging

Two bees, or…not two bees, that is a good question.

I thought we were doing the balcony scene.

Oh stings and arrows, oh outrageous fortune!

Should we tell him?

It wouldn’t do any good.

True dat.

Two dice: two sheep. No more; and buy a sheep, to say, we…end?

Where did you find this guy?

He’s my brother, and I do love him, but…well, yeah, that.

The heart-ache and the thousand neutral socks that fish is heir to…

Can somebody make him stop?

To sheep: perchance two dreams: ay, there’s the rube!

Maybe, a gentle push…

I like puss. In boots?

I wanted to, but I just couldn’t do it.

What if he hit his head and it got worse?

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With thanks to Jonna and Steve for guest cat Mithril.

Monday Meows Cat Blogging

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

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.