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Oh, please…
As you know, Bob…
Dude…
Yeth, Marthter?
Of course, my opponent’s position on this issue is full of…
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog December 26 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Are you really giving me the wand of power?
Is not wand, is remote!
Because that will make it end well…
Don’t care about channels, but can you change the feets? Dis batch is a little lumpy.
If you give me the power, I promise not to abuse it. Truly, I do!
One:
One and One:
(One and One) and (One and One):
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog December 12 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 28 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
About my shopping list…
The shopping list.*
This is not a top hat. But the fire is good, so I will forgive you…for now.
What are you guys going to do with stilts?
Nothing, for we are the picture of innocence. Check out the ear. Totally innocent.
We are absolutely not plotting the overthrow of the human regime.
We are sleeping. See.
*Per usual, shopping list cat translations provide by Matt Kuchta.
I’m the king of the world!
Yeah, whatever, take my picture, see if I care.
This is what I would look like on a coat of arms.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 21 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
From the cats on radiators series:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 14 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
This is what Kitty Consensus looks like in the McCullough household:
Leith on one of the new radiator benches because it’s cold out
Jordan, ditto
Ashbless on the last of the old radiator benches because it’s cold out
Isabelle, ditto (though you can’t see it in the close up)
Nutmeg: Where are we going next, Boss?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog November 7 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Go way. S’eeping.
But, have you seen what’s hanging out outside my window here at Castle Gaiman?
Skelemingo.*
Not my problem. Sleeping.
Well, then what about Cerbermingo?*
Still not seeing a reason why we should stop sleeping.
What about this thing?*
Okay, now that’s kind of creepy.
And random pirate dog says “Yarr!”
*All demonic flamingos are the sole product of the demented imagination of Matt Kuchta. Management takes no responsibility for any nightmares generated by same.
Da Girlz
You think you’re so smart!
What do you mean you’re not coming downstairs?
Surely you must be joking Mr. Feynman
The diet has made me hungry…for your soul!
You were done with this, right?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 31 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)