Two Legs?.....phtttt!!!
He is lazimuss....
I IS HERE. HE doesn't even knows I is....Little Two Legs has come home from Madagascar and she hugs me and kisses me. SHE knows I is HERE and she has been in Madagascar!!!!
We is waiting to be fed and man Two legs is getting all huffimuss...."We is due at the airport" he says....AND???
He wants to go to airport (what is airport????) before he feeds us????
SACRILEGE!!!!!!!!!
I will be takings controlimuss of this house again. I has been too softimuss. I has let Two Legs get untrained.
I has made mistake. I has been too kindimuss. Maximus will regain total controlimuss.
Two Legs is warnedimuss!!!!
The Bumbles has told me.....The Two Legs is good and will feedimuss all of us but WE must remind them WE is in charge.
They will be reminded.
I is MAXIMUS SPITTIMU8S and I has spokens.
Whew, that was a close one. Good thing you whipped them into shape before you REALLY had to teach them a lesson!
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Oskar
Oh Hail Maximus Spittimus! Me and Charlie, your most loyal centurions, applaud this new law of whipping Two Legs into shape-imuss! We are ready with our pointy swords!!! Yay!
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I am profoundly unnerved and I'm on the other side of the Atlantic. I shudder to think of the wrath that will come down upon the hapless TwoLegs!
ReplyDeletehee-hee! we can't wait to see the evidence of the reminding!!
ReplyDeletemeYARRRR, lad!!! err, beggin' yer pardon, sorr--we wishes the emperor of all things fair winds an' followin' seas should he efurr deign to make a sea voyage. today, 19th september, be "meow like a pirate day" inna cat blogosphere (http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/), an' we hopes yer scurvy dog of a minion will help ye visit them what posts o'their adventures.
ReplyDeleteby'r leave, we greet thee inna name o'poseidon!