"I am always happy to take credit where blame is due."--John Davis Frain
What is this cat looking at?Nothing, just to drive you nuts.
Ian Kinsler after his throwing error cost Boston Game 3.
Steve, I don't follow baseball, but seriously... EIGHTEEN INNINGS?!!?
Cat wannabe in my territory? Expecting doorstep treats?! Pathetic.
Two trick-or-treating kittens dressed as Chinese takeout.
Seriously? You want me to what??
Ride on a broom with YOU? Seriously?
“You can try, Dr. Schrodinger. You can try.”
What evil comes this way? I will end it.
Muff a duff a frigging hairball. Yeck.
Ugh! A human crossed my path! That's bad luck!!
Housemate status: “Mittens,” returned with humanScent: ...VET?!ACTIVATE ANNIHILATION
Is that Jeff Somers wearing pants?
Cry havoc and let slip the cats of--Wait, WHAT?
Hapless Writers who use the words "fiction novel".
A dog fawning on a human.
Will someone please change the litterbox? It smells like politics.
Typical...just typical, two dogs sniffing each other. How gauche.
The lugubrious ghost that once stood in my childhood closet.
Here? In MY apartment? You must be joking, madam.
Stuffed mice...String...Six kilos of catnip...FELINE PARTY TIME!!!
A sexy clown, a sexy zombie and a pregnant nun.
An uncertain future, which she will affect on November 6th.
I'm so embarrassed! The dog is chasing his tail again.
Spider can pose with the pumpkin. I'm not a decoration!
THAT is John Frain's manuscript?!
A new bag of weight loss cat food.
Oh joy. Crawling human aimed toward me. Time to leave.
A vastly inferior being of limited utility. As always.
“Oh, crap, it’s Dave. Did he see me? He saw me. Oh, crap. He’s coming over.”
She calls herself Duchess, but I'll never bow. yowwwl!
As long as that shark remembers who's boss around here...
"Uh-huh. Take your author copies and gimme the box already."
“Hullo, void at the edge of the universe. Fight me.”
"My book's only #2 on the New York Bestsellers List?"
Jack Reacher! Bag him. Drop him on the Shark's doorstep.
"Silly new kitten. He bats that string as if it has some purpose. Wait 'til he discovers how life really is."
A shark swimming in manuscripts while drinking a margarita
Is that a Fox? Huh?What?Trump's hair? Eww-yuck!
The face when the e-mail starts,"Thank you for submitting ..."
"She thinks she's doing downward dog--but not even close!"
What is the Duchess of Yowl doing with Jeff Somer’s pants?
The 900 page autobiography a labrador asked her to proofread.
Well bless my whiskers, it's Pizza Rat. A twofer!
Fish fuck in there...I'm not drinking anything!
Stare at my DOY one second longer, I'll kick you!
It's a mini-dress. It's supposed to end above the knee.
"Mewha--white shoes ... after labor day?
I told you to lay off the eye of newt.
That sparrow is teasing me.... I'll show it who's boss.
"Jeff Somers pantsless *again*? Time to teach him a lesson!"
Quandary, pondering the meaning of existence;“To leap, or not to leap: that is the question. To sleep, perchance to dream?Sleep. Definitely sleep.(cats can't word count)
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