Kittehs! We interrupt our story-telling and mystery-solving and mole-munching activities to ask for a favor from the vast cat-blogging empire. From teh Ladies, ackshully. Girlcats, can someone do me a solid and help out my brofur? he needs a girl friend. bad.
those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may remember my brofur Taffy, the one who mysteriously distapeered and upset eva one wif months o’ worry and grief, then just moseyed back home, la-dee-dah, wif no answers or excuses.
now i KNOW i has not painted the best picture of this layabout cat or his overall butt-headed demeanor, but he DOES have a job. he works at teh florist.
he guards teh store at night from mice who love to chew into boxes of chawklate. he drives in teh delivery truck. he (re)arranges flowers. i get the impression that flowers and chawklate are somehow romantic to humans, so maybe he knows sumthin about teh mysteries o’ love. you can’t say that about teh average mancat today.
he has a milk moustache, which is cute, right? and he lets teh ladies at the shop humiliate him wif ribbons and kitteh boutonnieres and nonsense like that,so i am finking he has potential to be putty in teh paw of a good lady cat.
also, despite his tough guy ‘tude, he really is needy. he climbs in evaone’s lap at teh computer and slobbers and starts sucking on shirt sleeves. Cod help the human wearin’ a fleece jacket – he’s all over that like a big baby kitten.
so, if there is a kinda desperate girlcat out there wif no common sense and possibly not so good vision and a tolerance for bitey’s and slobber, please leave a message below. starting off slow wif a bit of email courtship may be just teh fing he needs. he just don know it yet.