Monday, October 16, 2006

Turbo Kitty Here

This is Turbo Kitty and I'm takin over.

I use to be the king of the castle, the master of my domain, the ruler of the home. I was numero uno, the big cheese, the head honcho, top cat. Then the humans brought canines into the home, without my permission. The whole home was my world, my oyster, dare I say - my empire. I'm not one to share my oyster with anyone or anything so I now have the back half of the house which includes the humans bedroom and the dogs have the front. Oh sure, I could go out in front with the canines but I do not mingle with such company.

But I have had enough, it's time for a revolt, it's time to launch a revolution, it's time to unleash the power of TURBO's TERROR (dum de dum dum).

I of course will be the leader since this whole operation is named after me but I have enlisted some help:

My Minister of Propaganda: Heir Boots

He shall politically woo any opponents that might get in our way. Here he is now pledging his loyalty to my cause.

Of course I had to pick someone who would bring fear into the eyes of any canine or human. I had to recruit a cat so cunning that nations would fear his name for generations to come. A cat so diabolical, so mischievous, that even I myself keep him close because I don't trust him. His name you ask?

Intimidation Expert: Heir Smudgie

Military operations will be conducted at night. My goal is to weaken the humans to the point that they will have no choice but to boot the dogs outside for good. We kitties have a tactic for reducing humans to such degrading depths, we poop in their shoes.

Who is this kitty that would dare risk life and limb for me?

Heir Peanut and his infrared nose

This home will once again be the pearl in my oyster. So help me God, I will rule again and the stinkin dogs can't stop me!


Butchy & Snickers said...

Hey Turbo,
You made our Mama laugh so much, hehehe! Don't you know that cats will never win the war?? hehehe, snicker, snicker! Boomer and the gang found out about your little revolt and they are planning their counter attack, so you best beware!!!
Wirey Hugs!
Butchy & Snickers

Marvin The Dog said...

Hi there Boomer! Pleased to meet you! Enjoying reading your Blog, is it ok to put a link to yours on mine?

Mind you, the way things are going it will probably be Christmas before Jeannie has mastered the art of HTML...I don't know, even tho I keep explaining the way to do it, it keeps just going wrong. Humans eh?

Love and Licks, Marvin The Dog in Bonnie Scotland ps My step brother wears a kilt, he is 6ft 5ins, tall, dark and my Mum says "handsome", so your Ma would like him I am sure!!

Jay said...

Hi Boomer, you better lie low while the cats are in operation. They seem very determined...


Buster the Wired Fox Terror said...

Uht oh - mean evil Kitties!!!!!

Have you checked out this site?

Bussie Kissies

Boomer said...


I snuck in while the cat was busy cleaning himself in the most foulest of ways... Blech! Next thing you know he'll cough up a hairball in my crate.

Of course you can link me, and I'll add you. The cat won't have my blog for long. I'm just letting him have it for a bit to make him feel important.

Butchy, Snicks, Jay and Buster - cat's are goofy, aren't they? I'll check out that site later Buster, when the cat is sleeping - he's ALWAYS sleeping!

Gotta go, I hear him coming round the corning!

Fu Fu said...

Hi Turbo Cat, you manage to come up with a gang? Man you guys look evil. Boomer you better be careful around them

~ fufu

Tin Tin Blogdog said...

I don't leave comments for evil felines.

Bring back Boomer.


Or the wrath of the Tin Tin empire will be unleashed.

Chow (preferably yours) for now,

Tin Tin xo

Maximillian the Valliant said...

Boomer my man! I've got your back. These cats need to be herded back to the back of the house and I'm just the herding dog to do it!

Let me know when you want me over, buddy! I can even bring Lily if you want (and leave her there) though she is of no use when it comes to cats.

Hmm if I bring Evie she'll want to mother them and groom them. That usually means she chews their whiskers off. PERFECT!! their sense of direction will be off and they'll smack into walls when they run from my awesome herding abilities!