Hey ya’ll, Clarence here.
My mom wanted to show me off and told me to post here on her blog. I don’t know what she was thinking, I mean, I do NOT have opposable paws, therefore I don’t type. So, I said “Mom? Take a letter.” She jumped on it too. I mean, could you resist this face?
That’s me on my dad’s lap. Mom says I look a little “smug.” I say “if the shoe fits..” Speaking of my dad, he and mom have been going back and forth about how to spell my name. Mom thinks it should be spelled with a “C” and dad thinks it should be spelled with a “K.” All I know? Is keep my food bowl full and keep doing that scratchy thing with your hand, dad.
Also? My mom and dad seem to think that I talk like a “stoner” with a southern accent. I don’t know how that can be, I was born in Alaska and I’m not a stoner. I mean, just because I
go batshit crazy get a little excited about catnip, does NOT mean I’m a stoner. I’m guessing they think I talk with a southern accent because they are southern and that’s okay, I’ll indulge them.
But honestly, do I look like a cat who gets stoned?
Pay no attention to the above picture.
They also think I completely adore my “big brother” Pepper. First of all, that spazzy, hyper, little furball is the same age as me. I do not understand how that makes him my “big brother.” And second, I only make him THINK I love him so that he doesn’t get an inferior complex when he’s around me because dammit, I’m a handsome boy.
Mom also insists that I post some pictures of my brother and me to PROVE that I love and adore him. I’m just going to humor her but you and I know better, right?
(Looks like my “big brother” clearly loves and adores me)
Oh please. I’m simply comforting him because he’s been through a lot in the last year and he keeps trying to find solace in these stupid squeaky toys. There is no subsitute for real, live comfort. I am a cat who is all about sacrifices, people!
And all this talk of love, comfort, sacrifice, and allegations has me all tuckered out. Give my mom a break for not being able to come up with anything and go ogle my pictures instead.
I’m outta here.