
So I'm standin' my grownd. I am Spartakuss.


That stoopid Trip has bin trying to make me his spicy vixin. Winever he sees me he runs over and liks me all over my body for like ten minits until I'm soking wet. I try to preetend he's Sadie or Halloween or DMM or one of my other vixins, but thare's no gitting arownd that he has guy breth. And he also has no konsept of purrsunul space. HE TUCHES ME WIN I'M TRYING TO NAP! Win I tell him we're not buddies, he just liks me sum more. Parker, can we ship him to yoo for a Krissmiss prezint???
So Mao was krankier than usual this morning. I think his kranky pants were givin' him a wedgie. Wich meens he was VARY LOWD. An uzhully I don't choo the fat with him cuz he bums my high, but this morning I had to ask, "Whut's up wit choo?" And then I got the news. Sinse Skeez is a Catster lackey now, I CANNOT ENTER THE SLEEPER CATEGORY OF THE WERLD'S COOLEST CAT CONTEST THIS YEER!!!! I have bin praktissing and praktissing gitting my sleepn' skills down so that I can DOMINATE the category only to lern that I can't enter. I wun that category in 2006 (forchewnitly, werd got owt abowt Gordy's illegal use of the Photoshop Kyoot Filter), and I was a finalist last yeer, and this yeer, with lots of praktiss, I was shur I cood go all the way. I OWN THAT CATEGORY, MAN! I meen, nappin', it's whut I DO! 

I chekt owt the inside. It looked pritty good. Yoo can bet on football, and yoo can play blakjak. And, they have spicy WOO HOO vixins on the inside. WOO HOO WOO HOO WOO HOO! (Take that, Sadie. I can WOO HOO with the best of 'em.)
Gamblin is fun. It mite even be more lukritive than the VDR bizniss!
I am livvin the life of Riley. Life is good.