subliminal smartass?

In order to make an impression in the competitive world of celebrity cats, I need my fans to see all of my talents and skills and charm. To accomplish that, I really need some great action shots and exciting photos. For the past week I’ve been planting subliminal messages in my human’s mind about the shots I need…

These are the photos I get? Is this her subconscious being a smartass???

scalp massage

my first swag!

I’ve just received my first gift from adoring fans. They gave me this miraculous invention called a scalp massager. My scalp feels amazing. And so do my legs and my tummy and my furry bum. I feel so good that I almost didn’t mind when my human thought the massager would make a nice beret. Almost.

P.S. Thank you, fans. I celebrate my birthday in January (hint, hint).

vote for pedro!

If my idol, Donald Trump, isn’t going to run for President, maybe I should. That seems like the perfect first gig of my new career. I think I’d be fantastic at it!

I don’t care if you’re republican, democrat, communist, nudist or canine, I think everyone deserves a full bowl of kibble, a clean litterbox, and a job. So let’s set aside all the other crap and just get the job done. Vote Pedro for President!

(I clearly need a new stylist if I’m going to be campaigning. This one can’t even get my part on the right side. I wonder who does The Donald’s hair.)

maru birthers unite

I’ve been inspired by my idol, Donald Trump, to help bring the truth about Maru’s questionable lineage into the open. Maru claims to be a Scottish Fold, but there isn’t a fold to be seen. He never wears tartan, you never see haggis mixed in with his kibble, and his Japanese doesn’t have even a touch of the Scottish lilt.

As Maru’s latest book release date approaches, I think Maru fans across the world deserve to know the truth. They all deserve to see his birth certificate. If he has nothing to hide, then he should show us proof of his Scottish heritage.

meditations on success

My human seems to think I spent my day hiding in the linen closet from the landscapers’ leaf blowers, but I was really pondering my career path and meditating to clear my thoughts. It was a day well spent, as I’m more confident than ever that I will be a star. (Assuming that I can get my human on the same page artistically.)

Much of my time today was spent contemplating the attributes of famous internet cats. Pokke, William of Mass Destruction, and Sockington are cute but talentless. Daisy is hot with that curly fur, but obviously stupid since she can’t figure out how to open the refrigerator (that just takes a little elbow grease). Keyboard Cat and other musical felines appeal to a limited demographic. Maru is certainly the most famous of the blogging cats, and he is charismatic and cute. Beyond that, I would have to attribute his success to slippery floors and an abundance of cardboard boxes. If I can get my human’s full cooperation, I know I will surpass all of their successes combined. I have the perfect combination of adorability, intelligence, business savvy, and quirkiness. I will become the next global feline star. And then I will work on a worldwide ban of leaf blowers.