I like this peekture cos I is havin’ black kitteh too.. Story by Tiny Cheezburger below. So funneh.
This was The Catburger, just last night. Mind you, he had already eaten his dinner an hour before.
I was opening a can of beans (to make bean salad) with the hand-crank can opener, and: “HAI!” *happitail* “IS FOR MEEH?” “No, kitteh, is beans. You no eat beans.” “Ok, momma, I go back to bedroom now.”
Two minutes later, after rinsing and draining the first can of beans, I open another. Magic Catburger appears again. “Hai momma, I just KNOW that one is for MEEH.” “No, kitteh, is still beans.” *siiiiiiiigh* “Ok, momma, I go back to bedroom again. Stop teezin.”
Third can of beans is being opened … no Catburger. So I was left to make the rest of my dinner in peace, figuring he learned that I had nothing for him. But when I sat down with my meal, out from nowhere comes The Catburger. “Y, HALLOOOOOOO THAR. Got somefin’ fur meeeh?”
Him Catburger is has a one-track mind … all routes eventually lead to his belli.