In all of my nine lives, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a creature quite so dense!
Of course that chair is mine, and I prefer the turquoise crocheted pillow to that ratty peach thing with the fringe. Stroking my fur should be limited to the back and haunches. Quit trying to tickle my stomach; that was cute for about 5 minutes back in ’04.
By the way, ‘milk dish’ is just a name; it’s really supposed to contain half-and-half — and not the generic store-brand kind, either! — nicely chilled, thank you.
And enough of the salmon treat! It tastes like seven-year-old Sockeye that’s been pre-gummed by a granny grizzly with terminal halitosis!
I could do with a few more toys around here, and why aren’t there more cat shows on that monstrous new flat-screen of yours? While you’re at it, you can also quit paying so much attention to that yammering parakeet. (He’s toast once I figure out that cage latch, anyway.)
- Little-Known Santa No. 17
The one thing Little-Known Santa No.17 loves most in the off-season is playing in a mariachi band!
- Drip-Dry, the Devon
Cast your peepers on Drip-Dry, the Devon (thats Devon Rex, to all you mere peasants that dont know your cat breeds!).
- Member of the Fang Dynasty
Behold Naja atra, or a Chinese cobra.