Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure.
I want to thank the creators of The Walking Dead for creating The Walking Dead. Aw hell… Who am I kidding? I’m not grateful. I’m spiteful. I do think they do a great job showing my dream of humans not being around though. So many different ways. If only my “family” knew how much I want to see them get zombified. For now, I will bide my time. They’ll feed me and pet me (when I let them of course). And I will Wait… Wait… Wait… and mew and well… Wait some more. Soon, humans…Soon…. You can haz your own cheezburger (such a shame they put my species through that…)
A bird, a plane, you!
You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and
explain your choice: the ability to speak and understand any
language, the ability to travel through time, or the ability to
make any two people agree with each other.
I already have the ability to speak and understand the big hairy creature’s language. I just refuse to give in to he and his kind’s pleas for communication. They feed me. They clean up my poop. If I show them that I can communicate, I lose my advantage. I have got to keep that advantage if I want to end their civilization with my feline brethren. My friend is an orange cat. I think his name is Tom. Aren’t they call called Tom though? I communicate with him every time they open the front door long enough for me to poke out.
If your life were a movie, what would its soundtrack be like? What songs, instrumental pieces, and other sound effects would be featured on the official soundtrack album?
My mew-vie soundtrack would be the sounds of the humans either accepting their feline overlords or dying. What else would it be? I guess they could put it to the sound of one of those epic ambient pieces or something. What do I know? I’m a cat. Their dying cries would be enough for me and my kind. I’ll take anything but what that creature in my house does on his stringy wooden thing. Anything but that! Why does he torture me so? Maybe to annoy him, what my “mother” (heh….she thinks she’s my mom…we don’t look alike at all) listens to would suffice?