(Courtesy Diablo's mom, "blob" has now replaced "bolg" as the Misspell Of Choice -- sorry, J-Haff, "bolg" had a good run.)
After Internet Sensation (TM) Larry aka "Douchepacker" went to live with Diablo's folks (sniff -- I miss you, my little estranged son. Oh, you too, Ernie, I suppose.) I despaired that I would never again have cats who would cause the kind of internet rage that Larry did.
And then Trixi came into my life, and brought with her these two lovelies:
On the left there is Bayswater, aka "Flyswatter," aka "'Swatter," aka "Fish Boy." I call him Fish Boy because his crazy cheek tufts make him look like a half man/half fish creature who perhaps crawled up from his undersea domed city to explore the world of humans. To this end, I invented a voice for him that sounds like he's talking through a layer of bubbles, with which I speak for him thus:
"Your air-breathing ways confuse me, human! What is this 'love' you speak of?"
On the right is Pyewacket, aka "'Swacket." All that can be said about her is that she's very pretty. And also very meticulous, given that she spends TWO HOURS A NIGHT cleaning up the litter box to her exacting standards. Also, she runs around crazily at 3 AM and says this: "Row-wow-wow-wow-wow." Also, when there is no food in the dish, she coordinates with Fish Boy to create a plan to annoy us from 5 AM until we wake up whereby the two trade off jumping on Trix' back and just STANDING THERE AND STARING for ten minutes until one of us gets pissed off and swats them away.
Hopefully one of them will create a STAGGERINGLY HUGE INTERNET SENSATION THAT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE FROM like Larry did. Oh, those halcyon days.