Because you will need one as this is LAPCPADPOUB Day (Let's All Post Cat Photos And Dire Poetry On oUr Blogs) brought to you courtesy of Happy Mouffetard (but you may call her Mouffe) in response to an article by James The Hat where he wrote and I quote: "While many blogs can be both well written and extremely useful (it's obvious that he's writing about Bliss here), others are immensely dull, heavy on sentiment, bad poetry and with far, far too many cats for comfort. "
That last bit is not of the Bliss at all, but never mind, we can easily remedy that.
Got your bucket at the ready for some revoltingly cute kittycat pics?
You have been warned!
Awwwwwwwwwwwww, look at its widdle nosey all covered in cream
Ohhhhhhhh, such adorable fluffy fur babies! Looking at them just makes you wanna hug and kiss and pet them.
Oh look, the widdle pussycats are hugging, and look at those tiny widdle feet and tailsy wailsies. Too cute for words!
Ickle pussy Pumpkin with some pumpkins. Who's a pretty Polly Pumpkin then?
Warning, cuteness overload! Continue at your peril.
Look at their sweet ickle faces, couldn't you just eat them up with a spoon?
Awwwwwwwwwww, this furry widdle princess looks like a badger and she's called Badger too, how cute is that?
Ohhhhhhhhh, aaahhhh, awwwwwwww, just look at that widdle paw, this darling little furry purry puss baby is saying Hi!
How's the bucket situation?
Filled to the brim?
You're certain you want to continue?
You are aware that you will suffer from brain meltdown due to far too much cuteness?
Consider yourself thoroughly warned!
Awwww, the little fluffy princess Bombalurina loves Garfield. Isn't that totally sweet?
Gentle reader, have one or more of your teeth dropped out yet from all that sugary sweetness?
......................... (speechless) Widdle Dolly in a widdle pink box as a pressy for Chrissy and she is wearing a tiny bow !!!
Goo, goo, ga, ga, glurk, prrrrrrrrrttt, gurgle, burp, goo, goo, ga ZAP
Bliss News Flash
We're sorry to have to interrupt this post as our caption writer has been rushed to hospital due to a severe brain meltdown. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause our readers.
From our correspondent in Great Britain:
I'm standing here near the house of one James Alexander-Sinclair, who is world famous in the UK for his stylish hat wearing and, slightly less so, for the odd garden or two he's designed. His house is under siege as we speak and his garden is in danger of being trampled by a herd of hundreds upon hundreds of livid cat lovers. So far they've been casting aspersions on his character, been involved in a brutal spot of mud and rotten eggs throwing and some severe attacks of finger pointing have been breaking out as we speak. (Watch it mate, less of the finger pointing, will you, you nearly poked my eye out.)
The whole upheaval was caused by an article written by Mr J.A.S in which he, allegedly, viciously attacked the reputation of the world's most beloved pet; the cat.
I've just been interviewing a close friend of J A-S and it seems that he's prone to wear his hats in the bath. While writing the now infamous article Mr A-S was wearing one of his hats that unfortunately had shrunken in the bath and the tight fit caused an obstruction in the blood flow to his brain which, in its turn, caused the writing of that slanderous and vicious attack on the world's most beloved kittycats. Allegedly.
More on this later, now over to The Netherlands.
Thank you for that fascinating report, we are waiting with baited breath for any further developments. In the studio with us is our expert, the world famous kittycat connoisseur and garden fashionista, Yolanda Elizabet from Bliss. Welcome!
Yolanda, is it true that there are far, far too many cats for comfort?
Of course not. How can that possibly be? I've done a lot of in depth research on this matter and collected a whole lot of evidence showing clearly that there can never be too many cats.They're fantastic babysitters.
Great for cleaning dishes.
Ever watchful so that no harm befalls us.
Good company to have around where ever you may be.
Not forgetting of course, how highly decorative they are in the garden. No tastefully hand carved marble statue made by the likes of Michelangelo could ever top that.
I rest my case.
And now, for something completely different; a spot of dire poetry!
Lament Written by a Distraught Poetess on the Sad Demise of Her Deeply Beloved Puss Peterkins Who Tragically Drowned in a Saucer of Milk (the cat not the poetess)
He snuffed it.
Another poem by the same poetess laureate
TwinkleThe fluffy pussycat Twinkle
Did a little tinkle
In James's favourite hat
And that was pretty much that.
(Except for the callous killing of the budgie
More coverage on LAPCPADPOUB Day can be found here and here. Enjoy!
NO HARM HAS COME TO ANY ANIMAL IN THE MAKING OF THIS POST ALTHOUGH WE ARE UNABLE TO REPEAT WHAT J A-S SAID WHEN HE PUT ON HIS FAVOURITE HAT AFTER TWINKLE DID HIS TINKLE.
Copyright 2008 Y.E.W. Heuzen