(veiled) threat thursday

back on mancat monday, my best frend, skeezix, asked if i'd gotten any action yet. yup, i had. right after mom snapped that picture, i heard an outside kitty jump up on the barbecue grill. the grill sits on the hard floor outside where the green machine lives, next to the window behind my dad's head when he sits in "his" chair.

always ready to rush into action, i took the shortest path between two points (floor to window). i learned some new words for the "don't say" list. it's not MY fault his head makes such a good springboard!

right after mom put the camera down--frustrated 'cause i couldn't maul, er, greet the outside kitty--i lashed my tail an' it smacked dad upside the head all the way to his nose. so he grabbed it . . . an' PUT THE BITEY ON IT! then HE learned some KITTY-words that are on the "don't say" list!! dang--i only put the tiniest of holes in his head, an' he fought back wif a whole mouthfulla teeth. not fair! they keep their bedroom door closed, so i couldn't even poop on his pillow! that's ok; you know what khan said about revenge. *kitty-smirk*

(meower mom sez: no cats were harmed in the episode described above. they only think they were.)