Another “Sad Cat Diary.” I may have posted this one before, but it’s so well done, it’s worth the risk of double posting.
As regular readers are aware, on the weekends we try to slow things down and post fun videos. One can only work so many 14 hour days writing about politics, so the fun videos on the weekend give me a breather, and hopefully provide one for you as well.
These are a hysterical genre of cat videos where a very sad cat recounts the tails of its horrible existence among the humans. Very well done, and quite funny.
Dear Diary, the authorities have removed the pair of black pants from the couch. There is no longer any place for me to sleep. I have vomited three times in protest, but there is no sign that anything will change. My only other hope for rest is on the computer keyboard, which is nearby, but sadly no one is currently using it. I will wait.
Dear Diary, I have decided to plead with the authorities to rub my belly. I think it’ll do me good in my current condition.
I would like to receive two rubs, exactly.
A third one, and I will bite the sh*t out of them as per protocol. Wish me luck.
Dear Diary, it is three in the morning. The authorities have closed the door to the bedroom. I can only assume that they have forgotten about me, and have left me here to die. As a last resort, I will stand post for the rest of the night and sing the song of my people, in hopes that they rescue me.
These things just crack me up, every time. Enjoy.