Cats. Where they do not belong.

get out of there cat. you are not a wii, or a controller. you cannot help me loose weight while playing video games…or at least, make me think that.

did you find the frayed wire?

stop spying cat. i see you.

get off of there cat! you do not blast 1000 watts of bass. you are not THX certified. you are a cat! (besides this is a sub-WOOFER not a sub-meower)

get off of there cat. you’re not my alarm clock. my alarm is much less annoying.

get off of there cat. you cannot collect crystals. you are a cat.

please consider donating $5 to the indy mutt strut here: http://register.indymuttstrut.org/goto/getoutoftherecat

get off of there cat. i’m not turning down my music just because you don’t like it. stop telling me what to do. you’re not my mom.

get down from there cat. you cannot be king of the stereo. the speaker system is not a monarchy.

get down from there cat. i don’t care what you think of my taste in music. you can’t climb up the screen to escape.

get away from there cat. you are not going to like that seat in a couple seconds when i turn on the music.

get down from there cat. you are not allowed to be wedged up there between the speaker and my stuffed polar bear. you are way too close to the ceiling for your own good. 

get off of there cat. you cannot sleep on my speaker. when i turn on my music the heavy bass is going to wake you up. and then you will be mad at me but you know what cat it will be your own fault for sleeping where you’re not supposed to.