Nine lives. Poppycock.

thursday, may 18

My human tells me this morning that she's going to be away for a few days. As if I couldn't tell from all of her scuttling about, throwing things into a bag and such. This is neglect. Abuse.
What, am I supposed to throw my own paper balls to chase?
Maybe I could rig something up to the ceiling fan. Hmmmm.
posted by 11:41 AM

I'm the winner.
But then, what else would you expect from a cat?
posted by 11:24 AM

wednesday, may 10

LITTERPAN ALLEY, ROSCOE THE CAT'S AMAZING LIVE LITTERPAN CAM!
Please. Have you no dignity? The rest of us are ashamed for you.
posted by 3:03 PM

monday, may 8

Love to eat dem mousies
Mousies what I love to eat
Bite dey tiny heads off
Nibble on dey tiny feet!
posted by 12:41 PM

friday, may 5

To do list:
wake up human.
eat.
bat paper balls around the floor.
sleep. (on bed)
eat.
sleep. (on windowsill)
bat paper balls around the floor.
sleep. (on chair)
eat.
knock things off of the desk and table.
sleep. (in closet)
posted by 11:27 AM

My human often makes the grave error of leaving her computer on while she is away.
At last, I shall have a voice.
posted by 11:13 AM