Phoning It In!

Greetings all. This is a post from an unidentified visitor. I have a very keen observation sense and it would seem that it is needed when this human Pat is out in the woods and the cat is doing...whatever it is cats do.

Were you thinking something like the above? That is a usual human thought but, as per usual, you are wrong.

This is more like it. Need a second go?

They had to get right up there.

Here's one for all you curious types. Admit it. You thought about me.

Now where was I after I so rudely had my keaster sniffed? Is that still a valid word for your hind section? Amazing how things shift with your primitive language. Oh, right. Phoning it in.

Here you are. I just phoned it in. Need to go further? You humans are so...

There you are. All phoned in. Now doesn't that make you warm and tingly all over? No? Oh? You were already warm and tingly after the above picture of me keaster? That is something I don't need to know. You can phone a friend about that.

The cat takes no liability for you becoming addicted to alien porn or if a fetish with aliens is born. The above is read at your own risk. Boy, things must be brisk. Cassie must have liked his gas. He wasn't getting near my....

"Put me right to sleep"

Since Pat changed the name now everyone is interrupting my little rhyming...

"Fleabags, since when did your human become a nudist?"

Even him? This is grim. I need to go find a singing bass. At least I can pull the batteries when it interrupts my little rhyming ass.

Phone it in and you may never win!