Flying Feline Ego

Merci:  Oh, no, I see the Funny Farmer Felines are returning.  Guess they'll be running around here again with swelled heads.

Marcus:  Yeah, there was a lot of flying feline ego around when they were posting Mousebreath interviews.

Rusty:  Come on, guys, you know that isn't true.  You're just jealous because Mousebreath is only for cats; no dogs allowed.

Micah:  It wasn't our idea.  We would let you join us if we could.

Taylor:  Yes, we like you guys.  Most of the time.  Marcus is a little rowdy at times, but as a general rule, he's okay.

Cyndi:  The interviews will resume Friday, but we need some volunteers who would like to tell their stories.  There is no way we can find all the Cat Scouts, social media cats, blogging cats, etc. on our own.

Percy:  We apologize for the long break between interviews but Jan just kept ruining our plans and we had to keep our nursing skills honed for her.  You wanted the Mousebreath interviews to return, so step up and help us locate new interviewees. 

Merci:  Well, so this post isn't a total loss for we canines, Marcus has a joke for you.

Marcus:  A guy was admitted to the hospital with eight plastic horses in his stomach. His condition is now stable.

Merci:  You consider that a joke?  Next time you better run it by me first.

Marcus:  You didn't catch it when it  just walked by; what makes you think you could catch it if it runs by you?

Good Night or Good Morning

MICAH:  I'm hiding out here in a laundry basket to get a little alone time before tomorrow ... er, before today.

BUDDY:  What's so special about tomorrow?

MICAH:  You mean today.  We're returning to Blogville and the Cat Blogosphere after nearly a month's absence.

RUSTY:  Yes, we're writing this today for tomorrow.  Or should I say since we're writing this very close to midnight that we're writing this tomorrow?

CYNDI: I thought we were planning to return Monday.  Is Monday today or tomorrow?

MERCI:  Tomorrow is nearly here, so what difference does it make?

BUDDY:  Whatever day it is, we're coming back from hibernation.  Wait, that's not right.  Hiatus.  We're back from hiatus. 

MARCUS:  Jan has had nearly a month to recuperate from Sam's illness and her injuries.  She hasn't done anything except lie around eating chocolate and watching TV. 

PERCY:  She has not!  She has been busy digging up the muddy mess you made around the dog pen panels, Marcus.  And worked toward getting the house cleaned despite the constant clumps of mud tracked inside. 

CYNDI:   And tried to convince you, Marcus, to walk with Merci and Buddy without starting a riot.

MERCI:  But she took my squeaky football and my soccer ball.  I have to have some fun.

BUDDY:  You'll get them back when the mud in the dog pen dies.

PERCY:  Mud doesn't die.  I think you mean when the mud dries.  

RUSTY:  Who cares whether it dies or dries?  The post is supposed to be about our return.

MICAH:  Stop arguing.  Smile and wave a paw.  We're back.

TAYLOR:  They forget I'm here and never let me get a word in edgewise, and now tomorrow is already today.  Good night.  Or should I say good morning?