The definitive pet. Cleans self. Knows how to catch it's food. Probably gave humans the idea for a "vaccum." Is intelligent and curious. Likes to lay around alot, sort of like a couch potato. That's cool though.
They are usually quiet and know where to use the bathroom, unlike dogs.
Cats rule, dogs drool. Remember that.
I especialli lurv de last 2 lines... WAAAHAAHAAHAA..... Check out de rest of de 8 pages... got sum funni (& not so funni) stuff innit eh......
But I shood spend mo tym dere too.... Hurhurhurhurhurhur..... On de otha hand, dis one both frustrates & seduces me. Hurrhurrhurrhurrhrur.... Sumone (issit Joe???) asso told me to lewk fer MOTAS, but I got frustrated (so wot's new?? PLUS I bluddy HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE walkthrus) AGAIN & gave up....fer de tym being at least.... I got stuck in dat room wif a fireplace & laser beamy fing... BLEAH.....
Update: I breeeeeezed past de laser beamy room (din fink of rearranging da security tiles) but am stuck in de room wif paints.... EVERY fuckin combo of paints is de WRONG WRONG WRONG MIXTURE!!!! WHY??!?!??!! WHY MEEEE?????
De kats come awt to pley...... (Tweets's parents haf gorn onna holiday & his brudda is ovaseas fer a short while.... leavin us to sprawl all ova de living room sofa unsightly-ly.)
Awr brekfast yestaday.... Twas leftova frem dinna on Thursday nite. Chicken mayo fing.... I mek one.... Lucky no one gowt diarrhoea afters.....
Fluke kahlua.... I din mek it dis pretti on purpose. Am on my second one rite now.
Waitin fer Tweets to come back frem RT. He says he's gonna cook speshul fings wif his home made salmon stock... I bin steelin stuff frem de stock all day......
Hurricane Ike (cos I saw it on de frunt page of de news) & woteva typhoons & earthquakes & tsunamis & wotnowt..... I gowt wun fing to say.....
GREEN. All yew peepul who tarpow yer lunch back to offees inna plastic disposable container.... DON'T. I admit I do dat sumtyms.... But dat's cos I mite be on de way to werk (brekfast, la) & I dun haf me tiffin carrier wif me, or it's a las minute decision (& I dun haf me trusty tiffin wif me.... do ya fink I tote it around wif me all day or sumfing??).
BAGS. PLASTIC ONES. Yew know, I can't rememba who was it who tol me dat sum supamarket (NTUC, I fink) was doin a pay-fer-yer-bags-Wednesdays fing & she observed sum potential customers rejectin deir buys cos dey had to pay fer deir plastic bags. 'Oh, we'll jus come back tomorro...' Frankly speekin hur... dese are SINGAPOREANS we're tokin abt la.... To hit de ball closer to home, yew mus go ALL DE WAY..... UNFORTUNATELY tho, yew mite den end up on de front page of de news fer dat. Is supa lame la k. I can jus see de headlines now 'NTUC Loses Business Over Cheap Plastic Antics' (all supamarkets shood mek peepul pay fer deir plastic bags. Dey do it overseas, & dey bin doin it fer YEARS. Dun see why dey can't do it here). I dun realli care, I carry at least 1 empty cloth tote bag (at most, 3) at any 1 tym.
It's nowt much, but it's a start. If we can't do dis, how to we progress frem here? SO... LAFF at me fer buyin my tiffins... ROLL YER EYES at me fer my cloth bags..... Wen de planet comes to bite yew in de bum fer yer frivolous ways (OK, I haf frivolous ways too), it'll be too late.. As it is, it mite be too late aready.
*Hums de theme song fer 'Captain Planet & The Planeteers'*