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.
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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.
It was the best of cats, it was the worst of cats…A City of Two Tails.
An age of good views, an age of bad views.
I iz the season of light.
And I am darkness!
I think you cats may have lost the plot.
Now is the waiter of our disco tent!
Oh Great Hairy Ghods, he’s going down the rabbit hole again.
Let me tell you about my book, little brother…
Hi Folks,
I apologize for the long hiatus in Monday Meows and other posts. It was a rough spring for a variety of reasons including some pretty nasty RSI in my arms and hands. As I am getting close to recovered both mentally and physically, I am hoping to be back soon.
Hi folks, sorry I haven’t been posting Monday Meows for the last two months. I got swamped. I intend to start up again in February if not sooner (ETA we’ve had 40 inches of snow since Jan 28, so it’s going to have to wait a bit longer because I’m still shoveling). In the meantime, have some cute cats.
Two bees, or…not two bees, that is a good question.
I thought we were doing the balcony scene.
Oh stings and arrows, oh outrageous fortune!
Should we tell him?
It wouldn’t do any good.
True dat.
Two dice: two sheep. No more; and buy a sheep, to say, we…end?
Where did you find this guy?
He’s my brother, and I do love him, but…well, yeah, that.
The heart-ache and the thousand neutral socks that fish is heir to…
Can somebody make him stop?
To sheep: perchance two dreams: ay, there’s the rube!
Maybe, a gentle push…
I like puss. In boots?
I wanted to, but I just couldn’t do it.
What if he hit his head and it got worse?
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With thanks to Jonna and Steve for guest cat Mithril.
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
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?