Like any descendant of the jungle tribes worth his salt, I tend to live in accordance with certain principles. Collectively, one might refer to these as a philosophy. Mine even comes with its own catchy name: Always Be Licking.
Welcome to The View From Up Here, a column about the goings-on in the world glimpsed from my window. Hop on and grab yourself a perch so that we may look outside together!
Please forgive my lack of activity this week. These past few days have been weird for me, as I could swear my humans were rising out of bed an hour earlier, yet the clock displayed the same time as it usually does. This led to a week that just felt off.
Your favorite feline blogger had every intention of writing a comprehensive review of the most important cat flick released in his lifetime. Unfortunately, Mr. Biscuit was not allowed to see it because of alleged rules against animals in theaters. Preposterous, I know. Instead, I will share with you my personal version of what I believe the movie to be. Get ready for a treat!
You humans are such puzzling beings. You clean floors with scary hell-noise machines, brush your fangs with strong-smelling foam, and regularly cover your entire body with water. Strange, strange people. However, there is one thing you do that I understand: watching television.