Wordless Wednesday

Almost wordless --- Our new parrotlet apparently isn't afraid of the Boy Cat.

Who Licked the Butter?

You stare at me, all innocent-like.... but you and me --- we both know that you licked the butter. The girl kitty is too fat to jump on the counter and it's full of tongue marks.

The Rug is Not Kitty Toilet Paper

Dear Boy Kitty,
I appreciate that you want a clean bum. Thank you. I know your sister cat (aka: SmelllllyCat, aka: Fatty Fatty FatCat) doesn't feel the same way as evidenced by her need to show me while I was eating yesterday....

But I need to tell you...in case you might care...the lightest coloured rug in the house is not toilet paper. Funny how you always wait until I walk by to show me how good you are at sliding your kitty bum so thoroughly across it while looking me straight in the eye.

How Can I Buy You Stuff When You Keep Me from Work?

Ok, so you're oblivious to the fact that I need the computer in order to make a living. Or, you're not oblivious and you truly just don't care. I see that. Just don't get mad when I can't afford to buy you the brand name kitty kibble and the fancyschmancy litter with the blue crystals....

Only on the Clean Carpet

Of all the places in the house where you can yak it all up .... how typical it is of you to pick the nicest carpet in the house. You know, the one we steam cleaned last week?
Thanks very much, cat.