Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Pwn the Painter

The humans have made murmurings about selling "the unit" for a while.

I have no idea what this means, but they invited a slightly eccentric Italian man around to put some very stinky stuff all over the ceiling, doors and some of the walls that used to be like a colour palette.

He also put down some "drop cloths" on the floor. Maybe he didn't want any of the stinky stuff to get on the floor?

The female human kept referring to him as the painter.

Anyway, when the painter went out for lunch, I pwned those cloths.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I really don't like you...

It's been a while since I could be bothered telling you anything, but I decided I'd take the lead of my slaves who seem to be posting videos of themselves being very boring with frightening regularity.

So, here I am, the ever joyful Maebh wishing my viewers a Happy my own special way.

See you in May...meow.

Friday, March 6, 2009

It's Not Easy Being Queen, Part 2

The Fabulousness That Is Me...continued

I really like how this shows off how well I look down upon the pitiful lives of my slaves...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

It's Not Easy Being Queen, Part I

My slaves have started ignoring me ever more frequently of late, sitting there clicking away at the clicky screeny thingys all hours of the day and night.

I even heard a rumour that since the male one has deserted Blogger he convinced the female slave to join him in telling a little bit of their story together...on the screeny thingy, no less.

It's time to plot my revenge once again...and so I bring you...

"It's Not Easy Being Queen : The Fabulousness That Is Me"

As you're well aware by now, I really don't need any words to convey my brilliance; it's those darned slaves that keep putting them in my mouth (you should hear the male one...he thinks I'm some sort of "valley girl kitty" or something...does he not know I'm British??).

So, let my words be few as I present myself in all my royal splendour...

Please share you thoughts on how I should label this masterpiece pic.

Thursday, February 19, 2009


The humans have left me to fend for myself...again.

They've both been using those clicky screeny thingy's a fair bit this week, and have left me to lie on the female's nightdress under their bed.

I know it seems like this is in fact how I ask to be treated, but srsly, a kitty shouldn't have to put up with such incredibly poor performance from her slaves.

So here I am on the clicky screeny thingy myself now that they've gone to bed.

Don't they know that if I seem to be asking to be left alone, I really want them to play with me, and if I come asking to be played with, I really want food, and if I purr loudly around the food bowl, it's because I really just want them to get up off their fat behinds and pay me some attention momentarily...before I head back to the bed again. No matter how many times I click my claws at them (especially the female one), she just doesn't seem to get it quite right.

I know I sound like a broken record with all this. Which is funny, since I have no idea what a broken record is. I'm just going to have to head back to bed...again...after all, a kitty needs her beauty cutey rest.