Showing posts with label kismet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kismet. Show all posts

Thursday, November 30, 2006

My Thursday Thirteen

Rocky the Gutter Cat's Thirteen Ways to Attrakt the Chiks
  1. Ware a Yankees kap. Chiks dig sports guyz and athuleets.
  2. Rite a blog.
  3. Git a Hugh Hefner smoking jakkit to ware in the grotto. I don't have wun but Kismet duz, and EVRYWUN knows he's a regyuler chik magnit.
  4. Git horns implantid in yer 4hed. I have herd that win yoo have horns, the ladeez can sense yoo are reddy to git down to bizniss.
  5. Go to the vet a lot and rite abowt it on yer blog. The chiks' Florinse Niteingale whoremones will start kikking in, and they'll wunt to "nurse yoo bak to helth." Let them.
  6. Good dentul high-jeens. Win yer breth is kissing sweet, the chiks are more inklined to wunt to kiss yoo.
  7. Let the chiks do all the talking. They like to talk, so let em.
  8. Git a dweebie baby bruther like Skeez hood wet his pants if he got close to a gerl. Wimmin are all over him becuz he's so "kyoot" but he coodn't date his way outta a paper bag. That's win big bruther Rocky stands bak and skoops up the overflow. It's like shootin fish in a barrul.
  9. I always ware a tuxeedo. Chiks dig guyz in tuxedos, and it is sed that evry guy looks good in a tuxedo. That spicey littul vixin Rosie calls it a munkey soot. Whutever. It's a good look for me, and it wood be a good look for yoo.
  10. Lern to nap with yer eyes open. That way, win the chik is yakkin' and yakkin' abowt the "relayshunship," yoo can git sum shuteye wile simultaneyusly skoring points for being a good lissiner.
  11. Git a hoohaectomy. It's no piknik, but theeze daze, no chik wunts to date a guy unless he's shooting blanks.
  12. Be a moovey star. Win "The Advenchurs of Rocky the Gutter Cat" was reeleest, I had to fend off the chiks with a stik. I thot of chanjing my name to Rocky Pitt.
  13. Know yer nip. Chiks mite not wunt to admit it, but they'd much rather date a konnusoor like me hoo knows skank weed frum the primo stuff and can show them a good time than sum guy hoo don't know buds frum stems. And wunce they git a few wiffs, yoo'll have them eeting frum the palm of yer paw.






THE END --- RtGC

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Maybe I AM a Geezer Cat!

My good frend Kismet the Big Man Cat sent me to a calkyoolater wich told me how old I was in hyooman yeers: 82. That sownds like a lot. I don't think it's rite becuz I'm still friskey, and I clime trees and hunt salamanders and chase after dawgs. THE END --- RtGC

Thursday, July 27, 2006

I put up posters


I spent the day (even tho it is still hot) putting up posters to help find Kismet's persun. Kismet's my frend, so I'm happy to help. Thare were lots of posters to put up. Skeezix printed them owt until the print masheen ran owt of ink. Heer is a pikchur of me putting one on a telefone pole. Skeezix coodn't do it becuz he's an inside cat and can only go out on the harniss or in his stroler, and it was urjint that we get the posters up. So I did. THE END --- RtGC