Fed Up

Mister Smitty has had it!

                 

“Quit combin’ me! That’s enough! When I say ‘Mao’ it means ‘Hol up! Cease n’desist (yo ass)!’”

                 

But This Mister just wouldn’t listen, so Mister Smitty had to get up and come a-stalkin’. This Mister had to back up like the captive hero thrown to the lions as The Smity trained his eyes on The Mister’s ever-retreating feets (all nice ‘n bare ‘n scratchable).

                

[Music up. Close up on feets backing up. Fade out. Climax postponed] 

(tantric storytelling, yo.)

Irony Free Zone

Mister Smee is irony-free.

              

(and that’s no joke, yo.)

Sadly, like so many earnest young  ________s, The Smitty has little sense of humor.

"Where’s the sun? Where’s my foods? Where’s a convenient lap?”

It’s Smitty-on-top-get-it-over-with-quick. So much for feline finesse, huh, Mr. Smee.

“Whatever. Got any food?”