Greetings hairless apes. Sparta Puss here, taking over the pooter box once again. It’s been a while but I’ve been busy, y’know, eating, sleeping, getting a little chunky to keep me warm through the winter, usual stuff. Something called Christmas happened and my bald monkeys gave me a tree to climb and it was full of baubles for me to throw around and I had lots of pretty paper to shred around the house and something called tinsel that I really enjoy swallowing because it makes the furless simians quite hysterical. And so many new boxes to sit in. They took the tree away a few days ago but they’re still finding baubles around the house. I hid them. Hah! And then I dumped a dead rat by the windowsill of the monkeys’ bedroom and the she-ape got even more hysterical than when I ate the tinsel. Bwahahahaha!!!!!
The she-ape’s been making scribbles with dirt from a stick onto some paper and claiming that it looks like me again. She’s an idiot.
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LOVE Spartapuss. The two wolves who live with us just try to drink out of the tree stand. 😉
She doesn’t need any encouragement lol
Now Sparta Puss *stern look* it is your duty to be artist’s model once in a while, all cats here agree. And it really does look quite like you. Cats here say the thing with the rat, though, that’s acceptable once in a while. (sorry Rosie, they made me write that)
I know exactly what you’re going through. Resistance is futile.
Howling with laughter down under! Go Sparta puss!
She doesn’t need any encouragement 😡