Category: Friday Cat Blogging

Monday Meows

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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Monday Meows

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.

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 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.

Monday Meows Cat Blogging (Wed Edition)

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?