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Greetings, ladles and gentlemice. No, those are not typo's in the previous sentence. Perhaps you are not familiar with feline humor? Worry not, for I, Devster Sinrod Walter (a.k.a. Devistrina, Strinachow, Chow, Chowgirl, Polly Prissypants, and the Duchess), am capable of employing human-friendly humor as well as my native style. I am, after all, brilliant.

You may be wondering why I'm posting tonight instead of my human guardian. To be frank, I feel the time has more than come for me to put in my extremely cogent two cents, or two baht, as it were. You see, I've been supervising Lyle's computer activities for nigh on eight and a half years now. I know good writing from bad. I can smell a dangling participle from metres away. And discerning legitimate email from spam? Puh-lease! I am a pro.

See my glamorous portrait up there? You might think it some sort of advert for the Google search engine. Au contraire, mon frere (ou ma soeur, bien sur). I adore Google; don't get me wrong. However this photo captures the je-ne-sais-quoi with which I oversee Lyle's desk activities. Notice the "I'm sorry; do I know you?" squint, the paw flung oh-so-casually onto the keyboard, the crown and ears placed perfectly for a partially blocked view of the computer monitor. Everything placed just so, in order for Lyle to remember to administer the ear scratches and belly rubs that any sane kitty requires, without annoying her enough to compel her to remove me from my perch.

But enough about me this evening. The aroma of tuna beckons from the kitchen. I must go investigate before my compatriots (Ramza and Fiona, who rarely take an interest in computer work -- those rubes) gobble up all the treats. I can abandon my post with confidence as Lyle seems utterly knackered and thus won't undertake any blogging without my supervision. It's a good thing she has a sense of her own limits. Whatever would she do sans moi? I mean, really!

Comments

[sarah]

Oh, you are so right, Duchess. Cats have nothing to learn from humans. The feline species is a kind of benevolent dictator. Bad dictators of the world take note. Make people want to please you. It's so much easier.

[Elemmaciltur]

*Seriously do not know what to say to this post* :p

[Duchess Devster (dictated to Lyle)]

So true, Sarah. I rule with a velvet and iron paw.

Elemmaciltur, how about:
Purrrrrrr.

Please do excuse me. Some catnip needs tending on my screened-in balcony!

[Margaret Leigh]

Lyle, although utterly insane, you are an excellent writer.

[Elemmaciltur]

*puuuurrrrrrrr* *meeeeooooowwwww* *LOL*