Chairman Mao the Burmese Cat

Ridiculously handsome, of superior intelligence, and capable of stalking and killing the most fearsome moths in the world, I shall blog my incredibly interesting adventures from all over my Melbourne townhouse, just for you. I'm into reciprocal grooming, so link me and I'll link you back.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Im in yr feedredr warmin my harbl

Thrs cat stuff you shoulds read. Loosy Tartar has bin standing aside for her Master Bazal to do good thins.

Look, look. No itf not a bird. Bazal has a hispace.

An my humans urinited themselfs looking at this picage of catst in pepls stuff.

Mao wos bad an bit dads. Dads turnd red and shouted an shouted an hit Mao with a rainstopstik. Meenwile his blud went all ovr the place. I thinks Mao was jus handing out some discplin caus the humns dont aways get salmon.

Last niit we had beef from the cheep bran an tho we didnt eats it no won gots salmons for us this day. Humns are slow lerners.

So anwaysmuss I can now jump on two th wall an dad getst a hart attack. I dids it twyce.

Taik that fukr, I want salmons an Mao does two.

Altho I DO likes th thing dad does with my eers an when he does it I purrs an closet my eys an purrs more.

Im a hip coot cat an latr duds an dudetts!

*displays butt under erect tail*