Howling mad
I sit on the floor and I howl. I am a mad cat. I see the boxes. I know what it means. YOWL!
I want more food. I howl and I yowl.
I want to go outside. I sit by the door and howl.
I climb on things. I knock things over.
I'd like to go downstairs and beat the crap out of some cat just for the hell of it. HOWL!
I see the boxes and I scratch them. I know what they mean.
They mean moving (I hate moving).
MEE-ROWL!
posted by MR. PUD @ 11:07 AM
6 Comments:
Mr. Pud
Just curious. Per your post and not to be too personal ...
but are you a fixed kitty or do you still have your "junk?"
Just an academic question
Riley
I think Mr. Pud would like to make someone humble. Be careful Riley. Just be careful.
"Junk"? Is that how you talk about your cathood, Riley? And are you saying that I couldn't kick your ass? I can Kick Yer Ass. I can kick it into next week if I want, Sir Poops-where-he-likes. Pffft!
PooP, Junk. You yanky cats are a real hoot. M P
Pffffft yourself!
I meant no offense. Cous Cous was the instigator, you shouldn't be such a sucker for conniving female kitties.
Hey, I am a young male kitty and I was just trying to figure out why you were howling like a psycho. Sounded hormonal.
I am generally friendly, but if you come at me, be prepared to poop out of the dozen new a-holes I'll rip in your furry ass!
R
Riley, little cupcake, I think you need to go read my blog again. Careful reading is always important. A skill to be exercised Very Carefully. I said that there are boxes. Moving boxes. Are you so young and inexperienced that you don't know what that means? Ignorance must be bliss.
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