The debut album from my band will be titled "Will You Fucking Get The Motherfucking Fuck Down Off The Table" thanks to this weblog. Sweet Jesus, that's gold.
Yuki and Moxie.nu's Phoebe need to meet.
You're *such* a mom! "I have one nerve left and you’re standing right on it, Missy!!" is something I say to my kids, except I tell them that they're actually chewing the last nerve. That's classic!
I LOVE your kitty stories! I also have a cat who thinks he owns the house and has to have final say in all that happens. : ) Thanks for sharing!!
I think Yuki may be lusting after the fish and prawns on my blog in Exhibits A & B.
Funniest. Cat. Story. Ever.
Oh man, i bust a gut laughing so hard.
I share my apartment with two cats who also think they rule the roost. Or at least they let me think I only think they think they rule the roost.
Oh. My. God. That was sooo fucking funny! Thanks!
Yuki is beautiful. I can see why she gets away with so much. The cats always win.
Dear lord, you make me laugh.
And you do too, Artichoke Heart!
Those pictures are purrrfect too! Thanks!
You stole my heart with that one! I loved it!
Thanks!
Buhaki (Boo-ha-key) n. First known name of a domesticated cat given by a human. From an ancient Egyptian cartouche found with mummified remains of said cat. Translation: "Ruler of the House."
It's what we've nicknamed our cat 
That is a very articulate cat. Also, a good eater. 
Hahaha... Go, Yuki! My girlfriend's Siamese went to live with her ex but I am always hearing stories about this cat. Apparently, he says 'hello' and of course, complains about things a great deal. He didn't come live with us because of the real grey bird. We felt that a barking parrot was all we could handle... we didn't want him to speak Siamese too!
LOL....exhibit a and b have me laughing hysterically.
Yuki: It sounds to me as if your owner needs further training in the proper reverence due to one of our species. I shall pray to the Mother of Us All, Bast, for your deliverance and the redemption of your owner.
For my part, I have found that any food deserves to be tasted at least once. Just because it looks like the thing that you've tasted and rejected before does not mean that it is the same thing. Personally, I insist on the minimum of a good sniff before I will stop pressing for my rights to sup on what they are having.
The Grey Bird comes around here, too? Interesting. Sometime one of us should catch her and share a feast. I was a darned good birder in my time, but lately, I've been suffering from a sudden pain in my nose which seems to develop every time I attempt to pounce at the finches who come to the window feeder. It's like there's an invisible wall there or something....
Pidget (happy wonder cat full of love) sends greetings to Yuki, and wonders why she hasn't trained her person better.
(hint: when Pidget comes sniffing for treats at the table we let her sniff some horseradish or a slice of fresh onion. Keeps her honest).
Yuki, examined photgraph of your "owner's" refrigerator. Noted insufficient quantities of cat food. Had a moment of hope when I saw the package in the freezer which I thought said "Cat Greens". Joel looked closer and informed me that they were "Cut Green Beans". Those are inedible unless buttered.
Soy milk entirely inedible. Tell AH to buy Cat-Sip by the gallon if she can find it.
Tofu another strange human food, but texture can be satisfying if you've lost your sense of smell as I have in my old age.
If you happen to find the refrigerator open, check cold cut drawer for meats, especially breast of turkey slices and chicken.
I will continue to pray for your deliverance from this neglectful owner.
Ahh, and I thought my cats were the only ones who pointed like that. Maybe it's a Siamese thing? Thanks so much for the amusement. You have my sympathy.
Miss Fez, otherwise known as "Stoppit-Fez" (as in "Stoppit-Fez, get off the goddamned table," and "Stoppit-Fez, get out of my knitting basket this instant!") wishes to send her love, support, and solidarity to her sister-in-food-sampling, Goddammit-Yuki.
Stoppit-Fez also notes that shoulder-surfing is the ideal position from which to peruse the contents of people's plates. One gets a good view, and one cannot possibly be scolded for getting on the table if one is perched on a shoulder or sliding elegantly down an arm, now, can one?
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