Cats and paint

Cleaning bussines

This afternoons conversation:

Me:
"Hey, kittens! I put a big sack of dry food in the hallway. Your food bowl had been full all day and yet you decided to claw and bite in the bottom of that sack so a lot of food ran out on the floor and I now have to keep the trashed sack up side down. Why?!"

Kittens:
"Pics or it didn't happend!"

Me:













Kittens:
"We cleaned up after our self's? :)

... Human? Helloooo.... Human?"

All your base are belong to us!

Dear Kitten
I thought we agreed that no cats should be on the table. Especially when you've been out in the mud and I got a white clean table cloth on it.
Sincerely
Your Human

Pics or it didn't happen!
/Mattis The Cat

Kitten... I caught it on camera. Now, stop walking around with muddy paws on my table!
/Annoyed Human





Fuck...
/Mattis The Cat


Wait a minute...What do you mean "your" table?
All your base are belong to us!
/The Cats

The Queen is dead! Long Live The Kings!

A year has past since I last wrote any letters to my cat.

Nyx The Cat has now gone further to hunt on the eternal mice hunting fields. I mourned my beloved cat Nyx for a long time. She was a psychotic little monster, but such an adorable little beloved monster she was.
Now two new cats have found a home with me.  (Or rather, I am accepted to live in their house under their supervision.)
And guess what? They also drags in unwanted dead mice, knocks over my tea-cups and gets bored when it's cold outside.
So I decided to keep writing letters, but to them this time.

Meet Mattis and Borka, the two cat brothers that put the B in Brothers. They fight and lick each other with the same passion and steal food from each other too.

Queen Nyx is dead. Long Live the Kings Mattis and Borka!