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Riley:

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“Puts some pants on.”

GottaPee1.jpgMoondoggie:

“Great…Now I’m all wired and I have to pee.”

5 Responses to “Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Diet Pepsi and Disdain Edition”

Beautiful kitties!

Can I hire Riley as a hit-woman? I know that she could do the job!

It’s tough when you have to pee but are (even while wired) too mellow to get up!

He’s a cat. Peeing on carpet is what they do. He’d just have to roll over to get out of it. But that might be too much effort.

“Peeing on carpet is what they do.”

NOT IF YOU RAISE ‘EM RIGHT.

Okay, so Simon, my first cat, had a thing about taking rather grotesque dumps in my bean-bag chair (shaddup, it was 1982!), once I *finally* got one(!), but I learned from that experience, and have never had that problem since, with any of my successive cats.

Of course, after THESE two jealous shit-heads, I will never buy another plush “pet-bed” for their arthritic bones again, either, as, having been bunkmates with Moose, here @ Crotchety Acres Felonious Fucktard Retirement & Retardation Farm — the minute that Moose found the bed, and liked it, THEN *THEY* decided that they DID, after all, WANT the damned overpriced piece of Chinese crap, and guess how they demonstrated that… yup.

So no more kitty beds. They can climb the stepladder up into Mama’s bed (that’d be ME, aka “Not-The-Mama!”) and share, or they can find their own accommodations.

But they do NOT mark territory with the permanently-scarring products of their urea/ammonia factories. So there. And trust me, my cats are TWICE as lazy as Scott & Mary’s, and three times the size!

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