Toleration
As if my life was not already tainted by the presence of furless friends defunct of anything flamboyant, Tim and Amy have taken a human in from who knows where...a human slave content on taking out his frustration on yours truly, Princess Fluffy Tail as I have taken on the title of my ancestors now.
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On an aside note, this past August marks my rightful passage into the clan of Felinity...into the adult years of my life. That's right, I'm a cat clandestinely cautious and cuddleful with a curious disposition causing chronic colds to cantancerous human company. For those of you who didn't understand that -- I'm all grown up. With one yeowl I can summon any cats in the area to my side if need be. But I won't do that. I'm much to responsible to push the little red button on a whim. Test me if you will, but I won't do it...though I might sink my teeth into your thigh and cling to your leg with my claws (which I just sharpened by the way)...if not out of defense, for whiskers and giggles. But anyway, the point is that I can rightfully claim the family name now.
The days of the transitional slumber consisted of an out of body experience...with much fasting and the ingesting of the slimy small creatures around our habitat we cats refer to as the Putrid Poppers, I entered into the "sleepy days" (for short). This is not just any sleep. When you sleep, you enter a world beyond the ordinary, the home of Cosmocat and faithful felinity. The slimy, icky Poppers (which humans refer to as "bugs") explode in your mouth (it's quite good with milk actually) with an unforgetable taste -- not bad, but definately acquired. Once the dream juice gets to the stomach, bye-bye hunger, hello dimension of everlasting kitty treats.
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Back to my complaint -- another human in the house. Could it be that Tim and Amy wish that I suffer from their incessant abuse. Well I'm not going to stand for it! Calm down, calm down...you're letting those humans get to you...they're winning. I can do it, I can do it...I can outlast them. I am a cat afterall from the clan Fluffy Tail, a true descendant of Floofius IV Pawfenese of Greece. My family has tutored human philosophers for centuries, all of which have given my family no credit. If I can wait for my family name to be honored in prestigious circles again, I can wait for these pesky humans to understand that I don't like them -- perhaps they'll abuse each other for once, picking each other up off the ground petting each other. Or perhaps they can resort to abusing their 'stuffed animals'(which is so absurd it doesn't merit any further mention).
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On an aside note, this past August marks my rightful passage into the clan of Felinity...into the adult years of my life. That's right, I'm a cat clandestinely cautious and cuddleful with a curious disposition causing chronic colds to cantancerous human company. For those of you who didn't understand that -- I'm all grown up. With one yeowl I can summon any cats in the area to my side if need be. But I won't do that. I'm much to responsible to push the little red button on a whim. Test me if you will, but I won't do it...though I might sink my teeth into your thigh and cling to your leg with my claws (which I just sharpened by the way)...if not out of defense, for whiskers and giggles. But anyway, the point is that I can rightfully claim the family name now.
The days of the transitional slumber consisted of an out of body experience...with much fasting and the ingesting of the slimy small creatures around our habitat we cats refer to as the Putrid Poppers, I entered into the "sleepy days" (for short). This is not just any sleep. When you sleep, you enter a world beyond the ordinary, the home of Cosmocat and faithful felinity. The slimy, icky Poppers (which humans refer to as "bugs") explode in your mouth (it's quite good with milk actually) with an unforgetable taste -- not bad, but definately acquired. Once the dream juice gets to the stomach, bye-bye hunger, hello dimension of everlasting kitty treats.
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Back to my complaint -- another human in the house. Could it be that Tim and Amy wish that I suffer from their incessant abuse. Well I'm not going to stand for it! Calm down, calm down...you're letting those humans get to you...they're winning. I can do it, I can do it...I can outlast them. I am a cat afterall from the clan Fluffy Tail, a true descendant of Floofius IV Pawfenese of Greece. My family has tutored human philosophers for centuries, all of which have given my family no credit. If I can wait for my family name to be honored in prestigious circles again, I can wait for these pesky humans to understand that I don't like them -- perhaps they'll abuse each other for once, picking each other up off the ground petting each other. Or perhaps they can resort to abusing their 'stuffed animals'(which is so absurd it doesn't merit any further mention).
posted by Timcom | 3:10 PM
2 Comments:
Did you get her fixed or what?
kitty pays no rent, ergo... no... we have not fixed her.
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