Cal.E.'s Korner

T. Puppy Katt: Well, Dad is busy working on another computer,

and that annoying cat

who lives at the end of the street in Wayne Manor with her third husband (and second on this planet, Tucker Tucker Two a.k.a.

The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by his former BFF, co-founder and business partner in the Triple t Cartel, one-time World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag -team partner and now chief rival for his seven WACKO championship belts and now arch enemy, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby)

whom he may or may not have defeated for the middle weight  WACKO cat fighting crown isn’t around to write their blog today, so I took it upon myself to write today’s  blog, with one huge change. I entitled my blog.

                                                            PUPPY PATTER

By The gorgeous, talented, and severely underappreciated T. Puppy Katt.

First, the neighborhood gossip. Guess who’s expecting? Me! To be taken for a walk every day. I must get my exercise to keep this fabulous figure. Dad usually does it, but when he isn’t around and one of my human brothers is here visiting, one of them will take me for a walk.

I expect someone to do that for me every day….

Excuse me, y’all, I must clear my throat.

Now, I did some research about my predecessor as the fave scot family pet. I wanted to know what was so special about (gag me with a chicken bone)  Buddy Bones. I mean, just because he could fly,

get into a house with all the doors closed and the gate to the back yard closed

does not make him special…well, not as special as I am!

I mean, have you ever seen such a beautiful, intelligent, as well as humble dog as I am? As if!

Meanwhile, on the other side of Houston, T is taking Cal.E. and Meow Z. Tonge home,

and Meow wants some questions answered.

Meow:

T, I thought that you said that you had never been defeated in a cat fight whether in an official match or in an exhibition. Cal.E. just finished telling me the story of how she knocked you out

in the third round of y’alls only real cat fight. You said that you let her win, but d.c. found out that Cal.E. is 0.0000000000001 seconds quicker than you when it comes to throwing a punch. So, the seven-time WACKO world champion cat fighter is inferior to his wife! That’s rich! I’ll bet you do whatever she tells you to do because you’re scared of her. You’re just a big, phony chicken aren’t you big guy?

Brock, brock brock…\

Hey, what are you doing? This isn’t my house, or anyone else’s. It’s the side of a freeway. How will I get back home to my human who adores me and feeds me snacks. She also pets me as I sit on her lap. You can’t leave me here! It’s called dumping, and it’s illegal! Come back here, you overgrown oaf! I demand to be treated with respect! I’m the former Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy!

C.: Are you going to go back and get him later?

Tux.: I would, but we're out of time for today, so that's the end of this cat ta(i)le.

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