Taliesin: OMG — What's all this? We're too late!. I shudda stayed at Paddy's Pub. Dwnn: Not entirely too late, but she has already had the painters in! The hallway looks so strange. Taliesin: At least it's blue. She usually has everything done to match her fur or the latest color in Soft Claws nails. Prissy, pestiferous, and bossy. I repeat: She's a space alien. Dwnn: What gurlcat isn't? Question is, how are we gonna stop her? Taliesin: Why shude we stop her? Dwnn: Huh? Taliesin: She wants to run the mewspaper. I mew — let her. Let her be Editor in Chief and do all the werk. We become the Purrblishers. We just catribute an editorial to each issue. I can go back to Paddy's and write drinking songs, and yew can go back to cheating at poker. It's what they call a win-win. Dwnn: Okay, except fur one thing. I do not cheat at poker! Taliesin: Of course not. Waddevfur was I thinking? Yew'd better tell her right now. My collection of nipz bottles is already gone. Next thing she'll prolly do is throw away our seegars. Dwnn: As owner it's my duty to tell her. Unfortunately. I'll try to make it sound like a big promotion. We'd better send in the first editorial, too. Ovfurwise, she's likely to get all hissified. Taliesin: If yew're brave enough to tell her that she hasn't gotten rid of us, I guess I should write the first column. Let's call it "Mewsings."
Dunno why Hadarah gets so hoity toity and catplains about our messy ways. Lookie. Lookie. Duh mostest disgusting tom duh gurlz can imagine is Mackie just being a catural, macho tom. *mewhaha* Way to go, Mackie!
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