Not that I want to over exaggerate or make a fuss, but I do have a problem. For the past few years I have had a routine and we felines love to have a routine. Everything must happen at the same time in the same place. Without out daily habits a feline wash is not worth washing, a feline lick means nothing and not to mention the daily scratch behind the ear.
Now Mrs. Human tells me that my daily feline blog will be no more. Tomorrow is the last time when my feline friends will be gazing at their CatPress sites waiting to read my adventures and all my successes that I have achieved. I go for walks to defend my territory and tell everyone about it, how I fight off the other felines with sharpened claws and death defying hisses. I am a hero and conquer all obstacles placed in my way.
Even the wall I stare at for hours, realises my talents and passes the word onto other walls. Every lick on my fur, every scratch in the right place is registered so that I can tell my public all about it. They are all waiting for the next news from my feline lair. I have become famous in the ww catweb and now this stops tomorrow.
Catpress, the feline partners of WordPress, will no longer encourage my feline words of wisdom from tomorrow. My afternoon routine is completely destroyed. What shall I do? Mrs. Human says I could perhaps tidy up my recycling tray- That is naturally not feline work, for that I have a human.
I have decided to extend my sleeping time by two hours to fill in the empty space that my daily feline prompt will leave behind.
😦 Well, I for one am going to miss your stories of adventure and non-adventure. I sometimes would read your blog to my cat, Spirit. I hope your future endeavors are awesome.
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Thanks, I will just have to wait and see what Tabby decided to do. She is sleeping it over at the moment, and that could take some time.
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Dear Tabby, Martha here. It’s a big question what any of us are going to do once the grid is gone. I suppose I will keep writing but who knows how long or even if? I know that Dusty will be sad when he comes home and finds no more Tabby stories. Yr pal, Martha
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I will stay for now, but am not sure how. Unfortunately I have to depend on her with the opposable thumbs to continue my epics
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I think you could ask our pals in the eternal worlds to plant ideas in Mrs. Angloswiss’ mind so she wakes up from her nap and takes dictation from you without thinking about it. Yr Spectral Pal, Mindy T. Dog
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Good idea Mindy. Animals of the fur must always purr
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Well, Tabby, strangely enough, though she was a dog, Mindy DID purr. ❤
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Sorry your leaving, I hardly knew you. You do look depressed today in your photo
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Me leaving, not without a claw fight, i will stay to the bitter end. If necessary I will organise my feline enemies to join me, unfortunately the word friend does not exist in meow
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I definitely will missed Danny’s posts
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Tabby is still sleeping on the problem
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Oh no! That is NOT fair!
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I will be back
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Oh Tabby – I am going to miss your daily posts and attitude to Mrs. Human. I hope you will find some other format to bring us your thoughts and ideas.
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I never give up. No one takes my meows away
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Tabby, I admire your plan! I wish I could add two hours to MY sleeping time. That would be wonderful.
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Just form a circle by hugging your sleeping cushion a sink into oblivion,but keep your ears and one eye slightly open so that you do not miss anything and avoid cucumbers
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Tabby you can’t go your an inspiration to us all. We must gather together ….Tabby For Ever. X😻💖🐾🐾🐾
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Following popular opinion instill remain, Tabby forever
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I’m still confused as to why this choice was made. Two leggers really don’t get it sometimes.
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That is why the felines were once worshipped as gods, they were always a paw in front
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