Happy Independence Day my fellow Americats! It are I, Travis, your be-nine, feline orange ruler. No tanks for me, just chikky livers, thank you (not tank you) very much. Yeah, da humans are making BBQ chikken, which means chikky livers (and kidney and whatefur else are in there). YUMMMM. Livers over tanks anyday.
My
apprentice (he can never be refurred to as an Apprentice according to da momma) second-in-command, Bowie, wuz very confuserated about the whole bandana thing. Ok, he are still confuserated about da whole collar thing. But he wants ya to have a happy Fourth too!
And Furst Lady Angelique (who duz NOT pose for risqué girl-on-girl photos - there are no other girlcats around here AND who duz REALLY CARE) also wants you Americats to have a happy Fourth. To the land of the free (cat treats) and home of the brave (if ya put a bandana on Angelique and Bowie, ya gotta be brave!) Now, please pass da nip!