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Me? I wasn’t doin’ nothin’.
Here I come to save the day!
That’s right, I’z laughin’ at you, Bucko.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog May 14 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I votez nay.
No matter how hard I paddle dis boat never goes anywhere.
It’s good to be the cat!
Who put sunbeam way out there?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog May 7 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
I haz an ebil plan!
All shall love me and despair!
The Nip Must Flow
Not without the will of the Bene Caterat.
This is not going to end well…
Dali cat agrees.
With thanks to the madcap imagination of Matt Kuchta, speaker for cats.
Yeah, I’m a cat. Deal.
I snub you foods that requires thumbs. I snub you.
I’m too sexy for…well, anything.
I’m just tooooo sexy, period.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog April 23 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Dark cat sits on the edge of darkness, darkly.
Intrepid explorer cat explores intrepidly!
Why yes, I am devilishly charming, why do you ask?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog April 16 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Oh look, a camera. Joy.
Hold still, I eat your face.
Can you help me untie my legs?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog April 9 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Spring cat is very happy with the weather.
Does this canyon make me look too skinny?
To scratch or not to scratch? That is the question.
Now that you’ve found me, I’m going to have to kill you.
You know that, right?
I think I broke my yin-yang.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog April 2 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Sir, do you fleer and scorn at my solemnity
I do, sir, I do fleer and scorn.
I ignore you all in favor of the one true god…FOOD!
I blur and scurry at your fuds, because I have them not.
Who the hell are all these extra cats?
I dunno, man, Ima hide in the basement till they’re gone.
They look better from this angle.
Is that MY tail?
*with thanks to Matt, Mandy, and the house of Gaiman for the spare cats.
Come closer, come closer little rabbit.
One of these days I’ma blast you with my laser eyes.
Yeah, laugh it up, you’ll pay later.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog March 19 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Fat cat slowly and grumpily becoming less fat
I know where you sleep monkey-boy!
I spy with my laser eye…
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog March 12 2010, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)