Hep Cat

Mister Smitty is a hep cat!

                

He likes to hang out in the lounge  … chair!

“Mister, he’s working on his tan.”

“Mister, best work harder: he’s lookin’ pretty white.” Maybe he better doff his cap – I mean, beret.

Maybe his bongos are in the way?

“Mister, should I pull his daisy?” -- or push those pages of automatic poetry off his body and …”Let the sun shine…”

Groovy, baby. Groovy!

Olympics #1: The Flop

Mister Smitty can compete in the Beiging Olympics!

                

[You see how long it takes our legal team to vet these blog posts? This news is stale and crumbly! – ed.]

                

[That’s why there’s only one letter difference between “blog” and “bog” – other ed.]

                

The Smee’s event is called “The Flop.” It occurs several seconds into “heavy petting” when, heavily petted, 

The Smee flops over on the ground for more serious manipulation.

                

The resulting thud and gentle rippling of his plenteous flanks wins him big points for form and grace.