So, four of the slaves where over at my headquarters last night playing some silly game whose name sounds like a hairball coming out of Bart. Not only was one of them loud and obnoxious, but he kept on running after Splitzu growling like a Neanderthal. I do wish that Splitzu would learn how to properly play cat tag AND LEAVE ME ALONE when I don't want to play (which is, let's face it, most of the times).
Anyway, my reason to bitch to everyone is that and , the fat, stupid human pulls out a perfectly good computer THAT IS RUNNING VISTA! How dumb are humans. Just having Vista near my server make me feel dirty. I think I'll recompile my kernels to clean any Vista-ick that may be hanging around in the air.
We are meeting tonight at the secret you-know-where location at 2 am. Let's try not to wake Karen up this time. Splitzu, can you make sure you don't fall asleep while we are waiting outside the balcony door? We didn't appreciate having to huddle under Merle because the last meeting at your place was in the middle of March. I think I still have frostbites under my paws.
I got a new cage for my mansion today. It's a cozy low-side barn roofed cage. I'm really looking forward to crawling around in it. Oh, and it has another wheel! That means I now have five wheels to choose from. As much as I like my wheels, I'm getting fat, and running around between all those wheels will be exhausting.
I'll post pictures of my new mansion as soon as I can.
I successfully invaded the home of Fonce and Mercurinea. It's the first time I meet a domestic squirrel, but he seems harmless. As for Mercurinea, I think she's even more harmless than the squirrel. She is barely passable for a cat. What's with the vacant eyes and the butt hair? Seriously???
As for my new home, it could be a bit bigger. I need a second storey, as well as some tubing. The contractor is a bit slow in getting my mansion together, and I'm not sure I trust his shoddy workmanship. Oh well. He's only human after all. Now, I need to find out where they keep their veggie meat...
It's our blog (Pursnug: I showed them how to open individual accounts, but they are too DUMB to use it) (Bart: Hey Pursnug, when you have a moment, I need to post my email on the blog for me) (Merle: whats email?? can merle eat it?) (Pursnug: THE ABOUT BOX IS NOT FOR CHATTING!!!!! USE YOUR EMAIL INSTEAD!!!!!!!!!) (Merle: hungry)