commanded asked Mommy nicely if I could do a post today and she said yes, as long as she got to pick the title. I hope she thinks up a good one.
So many things go with "Thursday", like thoughtful, fursday, purrsday, thilly...I think Mommy's tiny pea-brain will be able to handle it, erm, handily.
I wanted to post today because Daddy took some verreh flattering photos of my stunning physique for me to show my myriad admirers.
Mommy claims I'm "out of shape".
Tubular IS a shape!
Don't tell anybody I said this--because I don't want it getting back to Mommy (she feeds us)--but she is a crackpot nutcase crazypants person.
Mommy wouldn't recognize a voluptuous glamour-cat if she pawed her in the face! Which I often do. Usually while she's cleansing my nether regions with a warm damp wash cloth.
Not that I can't reach those regions on my own; that is a filthy rotten lie, perpetrated by certain crackpot nutcase crazypants people. I merely prefer that Mommy wait upon me every
time she goes into the bathroom morning rather than waste time washing when I could be enjoying a small snack instead.
I have a waistline to maintain, you know.
Anyhoo, I hope I made the right call in agreeing to let Mommy pick out the post title.
Or she'll get the Squint of Doom.
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