Um, Dorydoo, do you want to go to the celebration with me?
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This is a picture of me in the Forbidden Room. It is forbidden because it is super unfinished. See those rusty metal icky things that my box is on? Very dangerous. Yet very manly. I like to sneak in there when The Mom isn't looking and look around. And chill in the box. It's super manly, you know.
In other, super manly news, our Aunt Liz came over on Saturday. She petted me and scritched my ears and admired my mancatliness. I didn't put the bitey on her at all. The Mom seemed to notice this and gotted all bent out of shape for some reason. "Why can't I scritch your ears? Why can't I rub your belly without getting bunnykicked? Why can't I admire your feets without getting the bitey? Who scoops your litterbox? Who gives you stinky goodness?" The Mom is a whiner. Whatevs.
In other, other news, me and Dad chilled out all weekend and did manly stuff like watch lots of college basketball. He kinda wants UConn to win the whole thing because their mascot looks like someone in our household:
I think some sort of mancat mascot should win. Because that would be super manly.
I don't have a Mancat Rule of the Day today because I've been too busy mancatting around. I'll have one next week.
Happy Monday! And have a Grey-t Day!