For those readers who are interested, you can now read more of my conversations with Mark, as I'm detailing them in full over at my new blog: http://londoncat.blogspot.com
Mark's local cat | 09.17.03 - 1:29 pm | #

Bloody cats. They pick you up, toy with your emotions, PRETEND THEY CARE and then they just TOSS YOU ASIDE like so much rancid tuna steak.

Bloody cats. Bloody bloody cats.
Vaughan | Homepage | 09.17.03 - 1:27 pm | #

Hey... your advertising is trying to sell me mojitos and margarita mix... nice one LondonMeow!
D | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 3:37 pm | #

Cats always stare with a look of what I've called self-satisfied malevolence. Nothing new there. ;P
Chz | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 3:10 pm | #

perhaps whatever you said yesterday, when translated into cat, was a horrible insult about mothers and hairballs.
bryan | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 3:06 pm | #

It was busy licking its arse!
Steve | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 2:08 pm | #

LondonMeow - Searching for intelligent fur in Camden Town?
Mark | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 1:35 pm | #

Typical Camden, not only do they have the greatest concentration of blogging humans but even their cats read blogs.
Gert | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 12:55 pm | #

Ah, the message I sent via my Ginger Familiar Fluffy on last-night's evening miaowing obviously got through then
Blue Witch | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 12:53 pm | #

It stared. Vacantly. And ever so slightly malevolently.
Mark | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 12:12 pm | #

It was there though? Did it just stare at you vacantly, or did it ignore you altogether?
Pete | Homepage | 09.16.03 - 12:09 pm | #