The Hayseed Dixies

22 Aug

Yaay. I got my paws on the pooter box again! My trained monkeys are lolling around complaining that they’re feeling rough. They look rough. All the time. They’re not at all sleek and pretty like a cat. They came back very late last night. They went out to something called a gig, where lots of hairless apes jumped around shouting at a small group of other apes they said are called The Hayseed Dixies. How stupid. They should have been here with me. I am neglected!

“Oh Sparta Puss, you’re not neglected at all.”

You know nothing, Monkey.

“You’re NOT neglected, Fatty.”

YOU CALLED ME FAT!

“Well, the vet says you’re a bit fat.”

The vet is a MONKEY.

I rest my case.

Idiot.

4 Responses to “The Hayseed Dixies”

  1. Alyson Williams August 22, 2018 at 22:25 #

    You aren’t fat…just big boned and fluffy…he he.

  2. Catwoods August 22, 2018 at 21:48 #

    Ultraviolet says she’s heard of the Hayseed Dixies although her humans had not. Which is weird because they live near the area the band is from. Ultraviolet says that’s because she lived near the college and went to parties whereas her humans stay out in the woods.

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