Sir Poops-A-Lot, R.I.P.

I found his cold body in the hallway earlier this evening, quite dead. Deader than the usual amount of deadness, as you can see from the coroner’s photos (below). Come mourn with me, fellow travelers in this dull and weary land. Alas! His Royal Maxness Prince Soggy Bottom is no more.




P.S. To my literal minded readers: No, he is not really dead. He’s sitting in the hallway, chewing on his own foot. I felt the need to respond, albeit snarkily, to the avalanche of phone calls and fan mail I get each week asking about him. Never about Harriet – poor, sweet, mild-mannered Harriet. Always about Max. “How’s he holding up?” they say. “Is he having regular bowel movements? How’s the consistency of his whatsit?” And on it goes, enough to drive you mad. Genug, people! Das reicht. He’s cat enough for all of us.


~ by themeansister on June 2, 2009.

4 Responses to “Sir Poops-A-Lot, R.I.P.”

  1. I may be the only person reading this that hoped it was true, or rather that you would have the wickedness to post pictures of a dead cat and editorialize. Sigh.

  2. Metzger stops by every several months or so, but otherwise I do believe you are correct, sir. Congratulations! You are among the morbid few. I didn’t realize you were among my massive throng of readers, though, Hugger – thanks for stopping by! I do have plenty of wickedness, no fear. I’ll try to hunt up some nice, smelly corpses for you in the future.

  3. If he’s dead, can I have the pelt?

  4. No.

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