Hoomans r rood!
Monday, June 28th, 2010OK, nao. I noes I’m nawt skinny. I haz big bonez! And, Iz hongrey. A LOT. So…sue me.
I jus’ had a vewwy bad thing happon. I asked Mama, vewwy polite-like, for some foodiez. She sayz, and I quotez ezzackly, “Noes. U just eated and u iz gettin’ fat.” That was mean, noe? Den I asked agin. Cuz, liek I sayz, HONGREY. N iz diet foodiez anywayz… She sayz “Noe. U don’ needz noe morez.” I reminded her she don’ need dat ice n creamz shez nommin’. Den u noez what she sayz? She says, “Yeah? Well, I’m bigger’n u an’ I gotz ‘pozzibell thumbz.”
I r nawta hooman, but izn’t dat rood…ebben fer them? Tummy’z growlin’. Rowr.
I’m Ansel. This is my blog. I’m a cat. A Bengal, to be precise. I am not a stupid cat, but I do like to have fun. I speak lolcat, and I sometimes revert to babyspeak to communicate with my humans, who insist on being called “Mama” and “Daddy”, even though we all know I’m adopted [and probably older than they are in cat years!].
