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A Dark and Stormy Night

Ashton: Hey Newton! It’s getting dark out… time to party! Want to play?

Newton: I don’t know. I have some cat business to take care of.

Ashton: You mean you heard some thunder earlier.

Newton: Shhh, don’t let my fan club hear you say that. I don’t want to lose their respect.

Ashton: You have an awfully high opinion of their respect for you in the first place. You’re such a chicken.

Newton: You have chicken? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?

Newton: I don’t see any chicken out here. Don’t tell me you ate it already.

Ashton: If I had chicken, I would have eaten it. Instead, I just have you. Come on, last one to the red dot has to wait in line at the litterbox!

You Rang?

Newton: I heard you were looking for an orange mancat with a soulful gaze and a naughty disposition?

I’m just the mancat for the job!

Mancat Monday with Pierre

Pierre: I heard the rumor that the cat-eating houseguest was gone.

Did you say that the bed in the spare room is getting fresh sheets, too? Now you’re talking!

It’s a clean sheet party!

Let the good times roll!

Ashton: There’s a stranger in the house. I don’t care that it’s so dark here that no one can’t get a decent photo of me in my special hiding place in the back of the closet. In fact I like it this way. What if the stranger eats cats? Having it dark back here puts me at an advantage in case he tries to barge in and eat me. I’ll come out to eat when the visitor is safely asleep. Maybe.

Newton: But Ashton, I want to play!

Ashton: Not coming out. Cat eater out there. I know you’re brave and busy stealing things from his luggage, but I’m telling you, it’s just too dangerous.

Newton: You’re no fun. Where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s… Hey, where’s Pierre? He’s not in the closet. Not in the living room. Not in the bedroom…. Oh, there you are, Pierre. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the visitor, too.

Pierre: Huh? I’m just hanging out under here with my turbo track.

Newton: You can’t play with the turbot track under there. But if you come out, you can play with me!

Pierre: But Ashton said there’s a cat-eater out there.

Newton: Ashton said that the red dot didn’t live under the chair in the living room, too. She doesn’t know everything. He isn’t a cat eater. He’s a former blogger.

Pierre: A cat blogger? We like cat bloggers.

Newton: He was. He was once known as the King of the Cat Bloggers, and he founded Carnival of the Cats.

Pierre: Carnival? I heard that there are snacks at carnivals. Maybe I’ll check him out after all.

Newton: I don’t think–

Pierre: Do you have snacks?

Pierre: Okay, so you don’t have snacks. Are you blogging? I know how to help with that!

The head peep hasn’t made it around to visit blogs this weekend while her friend was visiting, but she should be back to visiting and commenting soon.

Disclaimer: No cats were eaten in the making of this blog post, despite what Ashton keeps telling anycat who will listen.