IF I LOOK PISSED OFF...

...it’s only because you, Mr. High-and-Mighty Elisson, were too busy running around your stupid human “airports” and “clogged freeways,” rushing to your “office Christmas parties” after two days in the City o’ Sweat sucking up to the Management of the Great Corporate Salt Mine, to bother posting any pictures of me or my obnoxious sister Matata.

So, yeah, I’m a bit miffed. And no amount of playing with me by having me chase that stupid red dot is going to appease me. I need time to sulk, OK?


Surly? Me?

Oh, you’re posting your kitty pictures on Saturday instead? Big deal. Big, fat, hairy deal.

Well, maybe I’ll forgive you if you get that nice Rahel lady to give me a skritch.