Hurray! Hurrah! Sis-Boom-Bah!
mistersmitty.blogspot.com is 1 year-old! (duh)
Eschewing a single day of celebration for a week-long festival of blog-entries, book-signings, meet-and-greet-the-Smee events, everyone down here at the corporate headquarters is donning party hats, t-shirts, noise-makers, decals, bumper stickers
(all available, by the buy, at our link marked "$$")
to celebrate and commemorate and designate and ameliorate the first year
(hereafter known as "Year One") of Smeedom.
Bring your Smee!
There’s loads of fun for the little smees: Cat fights, tail-chasings, faux-breeding (with wee latex hats for those in heat), and a dimly-lit, dank basement "Fun House" with a bunch of old cardboard boxes stuffed with mouse urine-soaked bedding -- and fully stocked with mice! Hours of fun for your smitty!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Da Vater Code (Part Whatever/Extra DVD Features)
Mister Smitty has a moat!
Tired of ants crawlin’ upside the Smitty’s dish and getting all jiggy with the Smitty’s foods, the Misters designed a moat system by which a charger was placed under the Smitty’s dish, fully charged with water, thus providing the eponymous aforementioned moat.
Much trial and error – and taxpayer dollars – were expended in finding exactly the right type of motational device --since the Smitty is a lusty eater and can, in the process of alimentating hisself, slide his dish from the safe center to the dangerous, ant-filled lee shore of his charger
(or brownie pan, till we had to get rid of it when it got all rusty and the water in it looked like one of those dead industrial rivers in Ohio they used to show shots of in that “Don’t Litter” commercial that climaxed with the Indian shedding a tear).
“ANY-way!…”
Stay tuned for the Misters’ “Final Solution” to Moat-gate.
Tired of ants crawlin’ upside the Smitty’s dish and getting all jiggy with the Smitty’s foods, the Misters designed a moat system by which a charger was placed under the Smitty’s dish, fully charged with water, thus providing the eponymous aforementioned moat.
Much trial and error – and taxpayer dollars – were expended in finding exactly the right type of motational device --since the Smitty is a lusty eater and can, in the process of alimentating hisself, slide his dish from the safe center to the dangerous, ant-filled lee shore of his charger
(or brownie pan, till we had to get rid of it when it got all rusty and the water in it looked like one of those dead industrial rivers in Ohio they used to show shots of in that “Don’t Litter” commercial that climaxed with the Indian shedding a tear).
“ANY-way!…”
Stay tuned for the Misters’ “Final Solution” to Moat-gate.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Mark but this flea…
Why do fleas go for Mister Smitty’s facial areas?
“Because, little Susie/Markie, the flea, as a creature, responds to the blah blah blah of the Smitty’s blah blah-blah and his fore-blah and subcutaneous blahistical blahnatory blah…”
“ANY-way!…” The real reason the fleas go for the Smitty’s face is because we do too! Wouldn’t you? He’s so cute – fleas can’t resist. They want to kiss the Smitty’s face like anyone else!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Mr. Smitty meets Meta-Fiction
Mister Smitty could give cat advice!
(I mean give cats advice about humans).
He could have a column or a blog. It could be called Mister Smitty. It could be written by the Smitty under the alias of “This Mister.” Posing as a human, the Smitty would pen inane anecdotes about himself, always careful never to actually speak and thus reverse the two-way mirror effect of what he’s doing and, like switching a light on behind the interrogation room, thus revealing himself as “the man behind the curtain.”
“ANY-way!…”
Stay tuned for the advice column by the pseudo-fictitious Mister Smitty
(and his ghostly amanuensis-beard, “This Mister” Puppet! Figurehead!)
(I mean give cats advice about humans).
He could have a column or a blog. It could be called Mister Smitty. It could be written by the Smitty under the alias of “This Mister.” Posing as a human, the Smitty would pen inane anecdotes about himself, always careful never to actually speak and thus reverse the two-way mirror effect of what he’s doing and, like switching a light on behind the interrogation room, thus revealing himself as “the man behind the curtain.”
“ANY-way!…”
Stay tuned for the advice column by the pseudo-fictitious Mister Smitty
(and his ghostly amanuensis-beard, “This Mister” Puppet! Figurehead!)
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