“Good morning, sir. I see we have finished our poached eggs hollandaise and so I have taken the liberty of drawing your usual hot bath with rosewater. I’ve also laid out your Tom Ford suit with the Louboutin oxfords, confirmed your board meeting at three and drinks with Miss Maxwell at seven, embezzled three million dollars from your trust fund, and parked the Lamborghini in the front drive. Will there be anything else, sir?”
Such a dapper cat, Sharon H.
Ummm….I don’t think you meant to say one of those out loud.
I need a kitty with a perfect moustache!
I wouldn’t mind a nice bath right now, either.
Imgur reveals the kitteh’s real name is Stalin. Gives you a different perspective on his expression.
Holy moly! That kitty does look like Stalin.
I really love the “cats that look like Hitler” series sometimes posted on line.
There used to be a Kitler around my complex…haven’t seen him in a while, now you mention it.
My cats embezzle from me all the time. They put on a little kitty arrow through the head and go down to the bank.
It’s only embezzlement if we press charges. Which I was told that i will NOT be doing
“So I go out to his little house, where he sleeps — and there’s six thousand dollars worth of cat toys out there! And you can’t return them because they have spit all over them!”
My dad and I reference that classic skit at least once a month when we’re talking on the phone. And we laugh like hyenas every time.
“Kitty saliva”
I would comment but mustdash!
***SNERK!!!*** (and welcome back, by the way. Glad to have you.)
The bath with rosewater sounds so lovely …
And why does “Eau de Toilette” just sound bad…
Could you also iron today’s Financial Times? I’d like to read it in the afternoon. Yes, the salmon colored one. Thank you.
To accompany a light repast of salmon mousse.