my chabooey has a first name… it’s “c-h-a-b-o”

Chabooey has many many things to say.  Many.  You’d be surprised.  For instance, did you know that a recent poll of cats in the christian household ranked ali’s cats among the top three smelliest-no-good-ugly-faced pussies in the universe? Chaboo fact-checked.  And then she checked some more.  And sure enough, a random and unbiased polling of mom and dad’s cats consistently placed them among the most hairy-like pussies in the known world.  And in the top half of “gravest threats to the water bowl–including dark matter.”

Chaboo lives for her readerly public.

Since finishing her second to last semester at a highly-selective cat liberal arts school, Chabooey has:

a) Toyed with calling tommy the tapir in regard to samuel l. jackson’s cold-removing services.  Apparently her people no longer believe in central heating.

b) Toyed with calling tommy the tapir in regard to samue l. jackson’s future-planning services.  She laughs (in little broken meow chuckles) when she thinks about the hundreds of different forms of cat employment she’s exploring for next year.  And fears paying for her own litterbox.  And treaties.

c) Christmas-icized a desert reed basket into a magical stockings tree.  And then tested the “shatter-proof” ornaments for their shatter-proof-ability.

d) Described her sentiments on britney’s life status using only justin timberlake’s lyrics, and said ”what goes around goes around goes around goes around goes back around.” She then took a brief “furious scentmarking” break,  and proceeded with a long-winded (but thought-provoking) explanation on the implications of the song title “b.”

e) Bathed her genitals with her tongue.

f)…and then crashed watching moesha on the couch under a blankie fort. 

all in a day’s work,

::pawmark:: 

Chabooey.

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