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More Cat Blogging from 2008
I haven’t had time to upload any cat shots so, here are the feline overlords version 1.0. Moonshadow and Spot, both of whom have left this world and both of whom I miss terribly.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 28 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Jordan on my brand new mailbox:
Isabelle preventing us from getting rid of what is apparently her chair now:
Nutmeg plotting her escape from Alcatraz using only a garden utensil:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 20 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Friday June 13 2008—The first Friday Cat Blog
The Feline Collective Soaks Up The Sun:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog June 13 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Do you bite your toes at me, sir?
I do madam, I do bite my toes at you.
Cats are sooooooo strange!
We are not amused by the biting of toes.
Wait, how did we get started on toes?
Like this, TOES!
Toes? WTF?
Bonus feline compass rose.
Gobble-gobble-gobble…
Turkeys? On cat day? Okay, that’s it thumb monkey no more computer for you.
But master must have his laptop, precious.
Shadow cat has cat shadow.
Okay, if we’re scrapping the theme maybe Ima just take a nap here…zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Napping’s a good theme…Ima nap for thiiiiiis long!
Yeah, let’s go with napping.
I think I’m finally going to get ahead in the game!
You know that’s not funny, right?
2.4 from the Russian judge.
I actually thought it was pretty funny…
Yeah, but you’re a dog.
Dog humor. Like jumbo shrimp.
Eeek, a dog!
We haz demands!
Demands.
Iz you giving us our stuffs?
If not.
We will hold nap strategicary nap strikes!
With thanks to Matt Kuchta for translating the cats’ whims graphically.
Comin’ through, cat on mission, excuse me, comin’ through…
Who the hells was that!
I have no idea. Also, excuse me, mister, spare a tuna?
Hang on, I think we’re losing focus. Who was that strange cat?
Yeah, I want to know. The question is very nearly keeping me awake here.
Well, it wasn’t me.
It was me, I admit it. You caught me, copper, and then you shot me. Now, I die. Woe.
Very interesting… Also, strange.
With thanks to Scott Lynch for supplying the mystery cat and couch.
I love my toes! They are delicious!
I remember when I could see my toes.
I’m pretty sure I just saw some toes go by the window…
I am dubious about the whole toes thing.
I am dubious about the photographer, myself.
I haz no peps, I do not get out of bed,
I sleeps where the fuds iz because I has no moves left…
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Thud now, yes?
I has a case of the gravity.
The gravity, alas, it haz me too.
Screw ennui, I’m kill this bag!
