The absence of my news posts is easily explained. My laziness-err, I mean um, well, I'll skip that one. The main reason is because I was attacked, boycotted, and left out in the streets to die. Yes, you guessed it, by the cats. They attacked my recording station and took everything from it. I now live as a broken man. Please, donate to me.
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Alright, so, the news has happened like this. In a series of stunning events, King Plumpcat has been removed from his throne, and placed in a big dumpster, the following is the name of the company that provided the dumpster: Dead-Cat-Morge. Yes, in other words, King Plumpcat has died, leaving no clear heir.
Suspicions have come up (obviously) that the Dogs may have murdered Plumpcat, however, only recently, (two hours ago in fact) was it discovered, that Plumpcat died from choking on a hairball. So that is that.
But, the cats won't admit it, they have declared WAR!!! the stink of rotten cabbage heads can already be smelled in my newly-constructed recording station. Rotten apples are lined up at the late Plumcat's palace windows, and from there, the cats have a clear view of Dog activities.
The Dogs, however, have come up with their own plan just five minutes ago. The Dog General said directly to me: "We will sneak in threw da' sewa's." Very good spelling indeed I must remark. That quote was not actually heard by me... I heard it from a slave who heard it from a soldier who heard it from a officer who heard it from a cat spy who heard it from a Division-Commander who heard it from the General.
I'll keep you posted (hopefully, if I'm not attacked with rotten carrots next week).
Marshall Jhon Mebble, continuing to believe the news heard by me (that is possible just gossip).
(Commercial Break)
Alright, so, the news has happened like this. In a series of stunning events, King Plumpcat has been removed from his throne, and placed in a big dumpster, the following is the name of the company that provided the dumpster: Dead-Cat-Morge. Yes, in other words, King Plumpcat has died, leaving no clear heir.
Suspicions have come up (obviously) that the Dogs may have murdered Plumpcat, however, only recently, (two hours ago in fact) was it discovered, that Plumpcat died from choking on a hairball. So that is that.
But, the cats won't admit it, they have declared WAR!!! the stink of rotten cabbage heads can already be smelled in my newly-constructed recording station. Rotten apples are lined up at the late Plumcat's palace windows, and from there, the cats have a clear view of Dog activities.
The Dogs, however, have come up with their own plan just five minutes ago. The Dog General said directly to me: "We will sneak in threw da' sewa's." Very good spelling indeed I must remark. That quote was not actually heard by me... I heard it from a slave who heard it from a soldier who heard it from a officer who heard it from a cat spy who heard it from a Division-Commander who heard it from the General.
I'll keep you posted (hopefully, if I'm not attacked with rotten carrots next week).
Marshall Jhon Mebble, continuing to believe the news heard by me (that is possible just gossip).
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