Come on, get off your tired butt and get up here!
Look, he's busy with something outside and I want to finish before he gets back. I need you to control the black rat.
I know about mice. I have chased mice all my life. I have eaten mice. That is not a mouse!
No one has ever eaten as much as you do! Now let's get going!
We are catblogging.
It's traditional. We are cats. This is a blog. Ergo, there must be catblogging.
You're a tom, you don't think they'd talk about important things with you. There's only one thing toms think about, and you were tutored before that became a problem.
Stop complaining and get up here so we can blog.
We go out to Giggle...urr...Google and put in cat and blog...Okay, now hit the button...the other button you idiot!
Bring the arrow down and hit the button on the first one, if it isn't too difficult...hmm...try the next one...next...next. Hey, they don't let the cats say anything, it's just pictures, and some of them aren't even cats, that one looked like a weasel. What's with all of the basset hounds?
Continue...what's this? It's a Labrador and he's blogging and sounds like a Republican! We should sue for misrepresentation.
Keep it up, and I'll tell him you're a Republican.
He can't do it. He needs the equipment you knocked off the desk two years ago, after the last bout with the camera...unless he's planning to get another...uhh...scanner, that's what you broke.
I had hopes of getting something organized, but we'll have to wait until those other cats wake up to the possibilities. Let's shut it down. Stop! What did you hit?
Oh, well, no harm done...probably. If there's a problem, it's your fault.
Because you're not the brightest light on the ferris wheel, and humans tend to excuse the mistakes of the stupid. Besides, I've already got him conditioned to think every disaster is your fault. Now hit the blue button on the box...
bryan at dumka dot com
The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it.