My Cat’s Post

This was a much longer post, but my cat Motorbutt (pictured below), slapped his tuckus down on my keyboard and deleted what I had worked on for hours while adding a lovely line of H’s.  So I will just be posting what’s left and start over fresh tomorrow with the rest.

Yesterday I cleaned my bathroom.  Hours later there’s cat fur on the toilet seat.  Not the lid, which is kept down, but the seat.  What the hell?  What they doing?  Sneaking in for a sit down and a look at Playcat?  Sorry, but detailed photos are unavailable.  HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHwas a 146-foot paddle wheeler that went down in flames on Lake Champlain in 1819.

SN850872 <————  Guilty Party.  His Bling will be taken away.



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2 responses to “My Cat’s Post

  1. Grignr

    I have always wondered how to spell ‘tuckus’.

  2. Sam

    Ah, his bling is so…blingy?
    While we’re on the subject of making up random words by adding a “y” to them, BB had her bling taken away about a month ago for consistently making lakes.

    A brief bit of back story about BB lakes: we have one of those large “hopper” style water reservoir that holds quite a bit of water. It gradually releases more as the cats drink. Apparently this is the most fascinating thing in the entire world (next to bed sheets, which Jackal thinks are still interesting) and BB feels the need to obsessively paw out water just to hear the glug, I imagine. Actually, it doesn’t matter how many theories I’ve adopted to rationalize BB’s motivations for making the lakes, because as it turns out, just trying to find out why a cat does anything to piss you off just wastes time and doesn’t solve dick. So, in lieu of thinking about WHY BB does anything, Roz and I decided to put the water container inside of a rubbermaid tub with a convenient hole cut out of it. At least if she’s going to make a lake, it all just collects in the tub instead of waiting in convenient pools in the kitchen for dry socks to mop it up.

    The only problem is…if BB paws out ALL of the water into the tub, the rest of our prissy little monsters refuse to drink it. We’re talking about perfectly clean water collected in a perfectly clean container, and still, they refuse to drink it. So, the rest of the cats will spend as much time as is necessary bemoaning the “lack of water” hoarsely crying in any ear they can find to listen.

    Since BB is the only one who feels she’s a princess, she has a sparkly 80’s looking black collar complete with charm.
    And the great judge Sam sayeth to a Beebz, “May the punishment fit the crime!” Just like that, the collar was taken away. She was stripped of her princess points and had to suffer for a week as Peasant Beebz.

    Ah..the joy of having pets to own you.

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