Showing posts with label high school bully. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school bully. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My Fate
The bully's mother won. My human is currently sobbing, and the rabbits are hovering, including Josie Rabbit camped out on the bed for hugging purposes. Really, what is that bunny thinking? Tears are horrible on fur. It will serve her right if she has to make an emergency appointment at the beauty parlor to get her fur fixed, after cozying up to the human like that. Anyway, the bunnies are fussing over the human like crazy, and telling her about how they would just love to live in the country. They've even offered to get boxes to start packing for the move. Sniff, sniff, sniff! I will be lucky if I don't wake up tomorrow to find that they've stuffed my bed into a box, with ME in it! What in the world am I going to do? The cottage isn't even 900 square feet! I have 710 siblings! That's almost a sibling for every square foot!
Labels:
bunnies,
country cottage,
election,
high school bully,
human,
Sir Pinky the Cat,
the country
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tarring and Feathering
I have the tar, not that it will show up on Nick's fur, but at least it will make the feathers stick, that is, if I ever get my paws on some feathers. I thought about asking my woodpecker tenant for some feathers he wasn't planning to wear again, but it turns out he donates all of his used feathers to some sort of bird charity, for birds who are down on their luck, and who are forced to actually nest in trees instead of cozy holes like he has. And when I asked the bunnies about hopping to the store for a sack of craft feathers, they were too busy, consoling the human over her remembrance of the trauma of being bullied and telling her how they would love to live in the country,and that they're sure the move will be a good thing if it comes to that. It looks like I'm going to have to rob a pillow, but that horrible cat will be feathered yet for causing me this horrible luck!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Possible Move
Nick the Cat is to blame for this! I know he is! That rotten feline! Even though he is already black, I will see him tarred for this, and feathered too! That horrible, horrible cat! He ought to be ashamed of himself! The mother of the human's high school bully is running for election, and the human is saying if she wins, that we will be moving to the country so she won't be forced to be reminded of her school torment for the next four years. She looks like she's about to cry, thinking about the bully, so I think she might be serious about the moving thing. The country! I might be forced to become a country kitty! And did you know that the bloc of feline voters has been disenfranchised, so I can't even do anything to try to save myself by trotting to the polls and voting for someone else?
Labels:
election,
high school bully,
human,
Nick the Cat,
Sir Pinky the Cat,
the country
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