Ah! Breathe deep, Cat Bloggers! That wonderful smell is the dawning of a Sparky-free Era – thanks to me, Godfrey Goodmouse and the well-oiled machine that is Anonymouse. It was I who spiked her toy mousie with Ambien! It was I who thought ahead and purchased Delivery Confirmation on a Sparky Care Package for the Antarctic researchers of Vostock station and while some may scoff (looking at you, Mr. Black), this is how I now know that the vile Murderess has in fact, been delivered - safe and sound and probably doing her imitation of an ice cube.
hoo-boy! excuse me while I roll on the ground here and laugh myself sick. hoo! ha! hahahahahahahahahah. tee-hee hee. ahem.
okay! I’m off to take a victory lap around the house before I return to the burrow for my hero’s welcome. In the meantime, here is just a reminder that we at Anonymouse are just getting started. The world, sadly, appears to be filled with Sparky Spitfires. But we are ready for them. Here, then – a cautionary tale to start your new year -
it’s so relaxing to chew on them while i solve this predicament …and when I do figure it out I am going to spend my every waking moment ensuring good viewers such as you are never again accosted by such obscenities…hmmm…this mousie…such a lovely smell…sorta like….um, what’s that flower? you know, the red one, from the Wizard of Oz? uhhhhhhhh….puppies? no, that’s not right. puppies don’t smell nice. hee hee hee hee hee…Woo! that was funny! that was a tail tickler. 
