Greetings hairless apes. Sparta Puss here. My bald monkeys haven’t let me near the pooter box for a while and to be honest I’ve been too busy sleeping anyway. It’s Winter. It’s the only thing to do until Spring and the new season’s rats come a calling. My moronic monkeys have been keeping me and my fellow feline goddess, Ming The Merciless, curfewed because of the big bangs happening every night. Something to do with an ape who tried to blow up a building a long time ago.
It’s a damned infringement of my liberty and I’m very dissatisfied with them. I’ve heard that some bald apes are much nicer to their kitties. There was one cat called Hodge whose domestic chimp actually made a famous quote about him. And what does my monkey do? Scribble. That’s right. Scribble on her tiny pooter box. Useless gibbon. I demand a quote. Nothing less!
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The eye…, that’s they way they look when they have a terrible plan. 🙂
Hahahaha yes, she’s always plotting 😀
I think you deserve more than just a quote. I see a film about you with a huge crowd of bald apes shouting your name and claiming to be you. A cat like you needs to hear true adulation from many bald apes.
Don’t. Encourage. Her.
Way too funny!
We’re hopeless, aren’t we, us bald apes? Simply without any redeeming features.
So they say. The cats, that is 😊
A funny post, and very true to the attitude of cats. Very nice cat portrait, too, especially the green in the cat’s eye.
Thank you. She takes over the blog from time to time ☺