Monday, February 1, 2010

Tuesday cat blogging

Mrs Cat was a little cross when we got back from holiday. She had been looked after by different servants and some of them did not have the right attitude toward the privilege of feeding her.
Luckily the local "character" who is still trying to perfect his "Simultaneous Shakespeare" show was around to confront her. Sadly his good work was undone by his incontinence. It's never dull around here.

13 comments:

mikey said...

Y'know, I just can't help noticing the little fucker is standing on a book and pissing on the table.

But he's PISSING ON THE TABLE.

If he's gonna rip off my gig, he's gonna need a whole lot more than a crown on a stick and a short sword.

C'mere, you nasty little fucker, lemme introduce you to my leetle frenn....

tigris said...

Dammit I have GOT to get a cat.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Cats are awesome.
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Another Kiwi said...

Mrs Cat is available for a reasonable price (available on request) and all shipping costs to be met by the buyer hereafter known as Mr. Suckeroony.

tigris said...

Oh no, Ms. Suckeroony doesn't want a USED cat. Dear me, no. One of the sleek new domestic models will do nicely.

Another Kiwi said...

Bah, Elitist!

tigris said...

Well, you can never be sure how carefully a used one has been cared for; it might have been petted only by a little old lady in church on Sundays, or it may be completely worn out.

Smut Clyde said...

Whoever steals his purse, doesn't even steal trash, for some of the NZ coinage has fallen out already and is lying beside the table while the rest is in mid-air on its way to the floor. That will teach him to wave a dagger around in the vicinity of his man-purse.

He's clearly one of those guys who make it worth checking down the back of the couch for spare coins.

M. Bouffant said...

I'd bet he's always dropping that crown off the stick, besides leaving the trail of coins, & has to call all of his sot friends the next day: "Wull, did I still have it at The Farmer's Slutty Daughter? Or The Pig-in-a-Poke?"

Married cats are the worst.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Now, that's what I call a feral baby!

Jennifer said...

Any poems from your holiday??

mikey said...

On holiday, I went to the coastline
On balance, the trip was most fine
We walked thru dunes and stands of ghost pine
But upcountry we fell into a post mine
I guess we know who had the most wine

Another Kiwi said...

Jennifer, I got a couple of lines and I have worked them up a bit but it's tough work because it's about me.
Can't competete with Mikey anyways.