Around Town With Reginald The Cat®

Posted on March 2, 2018 by sungmokoo

Hola, furless ones, but not you, DANNY DEVITO, for you are both the opposite of furless and one. To be clear, I’m saying you’re pretty heavy for your height. It’s been a spell since we last spoke. It’s good to see you’re still fucking idiots. Before you accuse me of being a humanist pig, you need to seriously look at your pathetic flabby hypocrite ass in the mirror. Really. One would think that a species that is capable of opening cans of food, or tossing a milk carton plastic ring, or cleaning hardened-clumped up excrement would achieve greater things. For God’s sake, you have thumbs. You are under achieving.

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Gin And Catatonic

Posted on February 28, 2018 by sungmokoo

That darn human-eyed cat gives me the willies.

He had awoken from the strangest dream, more disturbing than odd, more horrifying than weird. In fact, so real, he jumped in the air. This was not a dream.

Six hours ago, before this power catnap, Dexter remembered a previous life of being a human being. Now, he was a tabby cat thanks to some sort of mystical reincarnation hoodoo voodoo jive. He was certain that after some much needed sleep; he would forget his previous life. This was far from the case.

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

Posted on February 27, 2018 by sungmokoo

This cat has probably killed someone you know. Image Source

She had a wild premonition that this day would come, but not this soon. It is inevitable that whenever the going gets good; life has a way of reminding you, not so fast. For the first time, since the Great Recession, she had a healthy relationship with freedom. She finally had a place of her own. No more roommates, no more abusive drunk boyfriend, excluding two nights ago, and in general, no more nonsense.

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Putting The Bitch Back In Obituary

Posted on February 26, 2018 by sungmokoo

Of course I indulge in the “catnip”. Image Source

My cat told me something weird the other night and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since. It’s stressing me. But first, I need to get this off my chest. She. Talked! To. Me! My cat. Selene! For the last three years, she only meowed at me when she was hungry, nothing more. Yesterday, she started talking to me in full sentences and decent grammar. Let me make this official. Mind blown.

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