
Basement kitteh tabulates quarterly figures. Needs 1 more soul to make quota. Hellow ther.
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Basement kitteh tabulates quarterly figures. Needs 1 more soul to make quota. Hellow ther.
Picture by: A A F Caption by: sdd via Advanced Lol Builder
Diet time, not much monies…
more souls = more monies for basement cat..
Congrats, Grantski – u haz a solow (subjekt 2 rekownt!)
Congarats, Grantski!
*Dans, dans, danses teh baysement kitteh dans*
Oh, dis littlol gui nawt collectin solez. Himz tu kyoot! Luuk at doze greenie eis!! Awwwwwww!
*Tightens CHRG*
uh oh! have sume duckee taype, Grantski!
*wrap wrap wrap wrap wrap wrap*
yew tew ‘Niser!
*wrap wrap wrap wrap wrap wrap*
Dis kitteh juss liek mai hart kitteh frum wen ai waz onlee free. Him libbed ate een yeerz! Waz cawld Sambo an ai lubbed him.
*ebil kitteh snickers cuss he poked holes in CHRG with pointy endz*
heheheheh…
*ebil kitteh waits for brayn speepage*
Midnyte Kitteh iz nawt ebil. Him iz jus misunderstood.
Congaratz, Grantski! U havva sewlo!
I think it’s only my second solo! I’m not usually here on time
Yay! Clappity! *dansis rownd in eggsietmint* Wood u lyk sum yummy noms tu sillybrayt? *offers cheez an crakkerz, cheez an ollibs, cheez an toona, cheez an…* U get teh pikshur.
Ooo, sure! That sounds wonderful!
Happy Solo Taupe Spot!
*enter drooly, beige goggie with spots with ukelele*
*all goggie vuvuzela marching band parades into the thread to play back-up for drooly, beige goggie*
*drooly Solo Beige Spot glares at vuvuzela band*
ahem.
Doan’t lukk at me, kitteh!
plsd to meet chew.
ummm, let me guess your name *eep*
♪ “Let me please introduce myself
I’m a cat of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for liddle mousies
Who get nommed before they scamper’d ‘way…”
Rowling Stownz ref FTW!
Wun sole….tu soles….free soles…fillet ob sole, pweese!!
the road to basement is paved with fud intentions.
Saym as rode tu ennywear foar a kitteh!
*faysepaw*
CLUNK!
*hed hits desk; keyboard imprint on forehead ensues*
Wud shwimps be involved in there fud intenshuns, purchance?
*brightens*
shwimps? yesh, teh meaning of lief.
*teh Princess flutturs ober* Didd sumwun sae shwimps?
sounds tasty! wuts in fillet ob sole?
complaiceant souls
Sorree – mah sowl is alredy tooken by othurs – yu’ll haf to negoshiate wif BlooMax an Simon.
Guess whut! Yoo hav wun teh JACKPOT!!! And yor prize is . . .
taek myne
who me? why not ‘niser or poussini or sumptin! not meh! I don want to haz a no soul!
U kannawt spair ur soul? Haow bowt iffen ai jus taik a lil fillay uv ur soul? Haow wud taht bee?
Ai kan taik ur soul awn an installmint plan…5 eezy paymints!
sounds interesting. I may want to reconsider. duz I gain interest?
Ooh – pritteh midnite kitteh! Luuks an hoal lawt lyke mai Audrey Violet … butt(!!) ai gawts tu telz tihs midnite kitteh, “Sawreh – Audrey awlreddee oanz mai sowl, soe yu noe can has.”
plz tew step intew mai pahrlur…
Looks just like my boy Wilson.
Fi wer yoo, ayd keep a klose eye on that Wilson. Just sayin’ . . .
Maybe that’s why my tuxedo kitteh Twinkie keeps him confined to the bathroom.
iz all yors if i can skritchee an pat taht luvly soft shiny blakk furr. ♥
Just don’t get in a fiddle contest with him. Unless your name is Johnny.
Yikes! I’m gonna have nightmares now.
umm…hao manee tymes cans ai sells mai sole?
hello ther