REJOICE!
It’s the best day of the year for me.
BLESSED BE
In consideration of this celebration, I’ve compiled several resources to help you and your feline friend get the most out of your day:
Tag Archives: kitties
The tears of an angel
The mighty Liono’s history is a mysterious one. And part of that mystery is how a former farm cat came into such wimpy vocal chords.
Behold the mighty and mightily pathetic roar of a imploring feline desperate to make friends with the maintenance man outside:
Better than that song that Ma$e and Puff Daddy did
There are few things better than when Ma$e and Puffy used to collaborate in shiny suits. But much like them, “can’t nobody hold me down,” especially in relation to the good things in life.
But my latest creation is better than Ma$e and Puff. It’s better than everything. I don’t know if good things existed before this. Good things didn’t exist before this
BOW TO ME, INTERNET
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The soothing timbre of Liono
To help you get through your day here is a sound recording of Liono’s unbelievably loud snoring.
Now everyone feels better.
Always a consummate professional
When asked to represent ourselves on a whiteboard at work, I did so as only the most competent of employees would:
it’s a way of life
Happy end of 2013
I know how I’ll be spending it
Never forget
It was around this time last year that my beloved George was dead in a space heater box in my living room that Liono and Easy Mac ended up jumping in while I was at work and therefore solidified their absolute fear of all future boxes.
You’re welcome, George
Some people think of Christmas and conjure up memories of Santa and family and a baby in a manger. But we both know that December 25th will forever be the day that human idiocy infuriated your old ass into death.
Miss you.
Welcome to this apartment
I found the perfect welcoming sign to hang on my door to the apartment. If my neighbors weren’t concerned and confused by this
I can only imagine how they feel about this:
despite being a lady, he insists on calling me “dad”
And the boy that I am referring to?
My bouncing baby cat-son.
Happy Father’s Day, ya’ll. And happy Father’s Day to me, Liono calls me “Dad” after all.
My loving marriage
It’s really easy to let things slip your attention when you live in a glorified shanty town of an apartment, resplendent with kitties.
So it was awesomely kind of Facebook to remind me of this:
How could I have been so neglectful toward my “hubby.”
I can’t imagine what I am searching online that continuously leads Facebook to believe that I am married with a husband I love, and not a cat-obsessed spinster that spent last night drinking cheap beer and reading comics.
Unless they were, of course, referring to this husband:
Since I can’t get a husband, I’ll just get some cats. My relationship with them is similar to a legally binding contract that tells my friends, family, and whatever God that one chooses to believe in that we will love and cherish one another until the other dies. Except with my cat husband he agrees to love and cherish me until I die in my sleep and he eats my face for survival.
You life is not so great 