Wednesday, June 01, 2005

No sleep for the wicked

Many people think that cats are nocturnal. Many people are dumb asses. While I can't speak for all of the cats in the world, I will admit that I would rather sleep through the night than go out prowling. Of course, the Tall Mama can't get to sleep so all of us are awake. She is so involved in her computer that she doesn't see that I have logged onto Short Mama's PC and just downloaded 20gb of gay kitty porn. Gawd but I can't wait for her to go back to work. Our daytime schedule has been completely destroyed and I fear that if we cancel on Cleo and Leo (the neighbor cats) once more, we will be kicked out of the YMCA (Young Male Cats Association). And the next meeting is about hairball prevention. I say that the best way to prevent the little buggers is to have someone else lick you.

The little ghetto bastard found a dime-bag of kitty weed hidden on top of the refrigerator and knocked it down. He dragged it to the carpet, then ripped it open and rolled in it. He tried to charge the rest of us 5 Scooby snacks to play in it, but Greyson reminded him of the blackmail photos and he relented. Pretty ballsy play for a creature with no balls. Of course I had barely coated myself in it when that gimpy mama came and snatched it up. Like she thinks we can't get that cupboard open. Stupid human.


At 7:31 AM, Blogger madame q said...

I'm supposed to relay a message from Bo: "The nickel bags are on their way." Am I gonna get arrested for this?

At 10:08 AM, Blogger BruinT said...

Only if you are his mule. And your cat is an enabler. He needs help.


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