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Monkey Hammock!
Because that’s not disturbing at all.
I know I won’t be unseeing it any time soon.
Unseeing what now?
M o n k e y H a m m o c k! Does no one pay attention around here?
Okay, that is a bit off.
So was the Hindenburg.
Oh the huge manatees!
What, have you been taking Jeeves lessons?
Monkey, make me a drink.
On it.
Wait, what’s with the fire?
EVIL! That’s what.
I like evil.
Me too.
It was a GOOD drink, Ima nap here on the remote.
Smell the paw…it smells like…freedom. ………Wut?
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The quarterly meeting of the committee for feline domination
The call to order.
The after-party.
And the day after the after-party.
I want in on this committee.
Planning for next quarter’s meeting.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
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?
