Right so where HAS all my shit gone and why haven't I posted anything for weeks and weeks? Well my lovlies ~ in short it was all gettin much here so I split it all up to three sites - then i neglected ol sink the rock because of having two new sites to play with - which are:
The Crescent - has moved to http://www.CelebrityGossipPodcast.com so it has it's own proper site and isn't getting in the way of my other bullshit and making me look bad when the 6 latest posts are not from my blog. Also I hilariously lost almost all of our four thousand subscribers by moving teh feed address - lucky for us we couldn't give a shit and we just pretend we still have loads of subscribers so our vanity does not suffer and we can keep showing off like nobodies business...
Dear Janit - Janit now has her own site as well where I am rewriting the letters one by one so they don't have spelling mistakes and the grammar is ever so slightly a little bit less wrong. Every letter is illustrated by my sister now as well so it actually looks liek a proper blog - MEOW
Sink the Rock - remains the worst blog ever with no clear direction or coherent focus, low readership, questionable taste and less than frequent updates.
I really am so pleased with your progression at the sport of fly killing. I think it safe to say that we are now both fully convinced that paws and claws are much better suited to the task in hand than eyes, as we have previously discussed. However, I do still feel that there is slight room for improvement in your technique ~ you see ideally what we are looking for here is a clean quick kill, one in common with and demonstrative of a benevolent and merciful assassin, the likes of which I am sure we can both agree you aspire to be. I would like to remind you that there is no place for torture in our house, we are civilised decent people and I really would like for you to try, at least, to bare that in mind.
In other words, what I am pushing for, is for you to refrain from just biting their wings off and leaving them spinning about the floor like fitting raisens until I come in, the 'clean up man', to chase them about with a tissue.
P.S. Please do not allow my criticism to detract from my praise.
I feel it only appropriate that you should receive nothing but the sternest reprimand for your disgraceful behavior in company. I refer explicitly, to our recent visits from Wicker's Mother. At every possible opportunity you acted as a spoiled child, hornswoggling her for extra food, demanding attention, then squirming like an eel when she tried to pick you up and stubornly rebuking any and all displays of actual affection. Also of note was your repeated whinging and whining and sulking and hiding - all this to say nothing of the bare faced lies about our 'starving you for sport'.
She asked me if you were a rescue cat for pity's sake. This conduct will not be tolerated again.
I have it on good authority that while i was away last week you were caught thre times by Wicker 'Baking Brownies' on the living room rug. Now these dirty protests MUST STOP. You are not in prison, you are not maltreated, you are not a rescue cat, you have a litter box and it is always clean.
I am at my wits end and furious beyond measure. I swear, as God is my witness, if you drop tuppence on the rug one more time i shall shave your tail and put your toys in the cupboard forever.
I strongly advise you to take heed as this truly is your final warning.
This year Janit and I went home to my parents for Crispmas she was an insufferable bitch all the way there, non stop moaning why am I in the vet box? what is that smell? what's that noise? JESUS CHRIST why am I in the vet box? etc
Under no circumstances are you ever to lick my eyeball again. I admit that I may have encouraged you somewhat by continuing to pet you as you licked my face but I never expected you to actually lick my eyeball. It sent shivers down my spine as if a hundred people were scratching blackboards and now every time I close my right eye it appears to be raining. I hope to goodness there is no permanent damage or there will be hell to pay.
I have reached the end of my tether with regard to your insistence of staring at the wall. You may notice that I have pinned photocopies of poems by Keats, cummings and Larkin as well as some of Shakespeare’s sonnets around the flat at cat eye height.
I am not trying to force poetry upon you but I am aware of how difficult it is for you to turn pages.
Just because I leave my room it doesn't mean that you are going to be fed - you must try and find some other interests in your life beyond food or risk treading the path to a tubby malcontent who can only find solace in biscuits. Maybe you wouldn't be so bored if you caught some mice instead of sitting about looking at the cooker all day like a big lazy sack of whirring unconditional indifference.
Love from Crispin x
P.S. I am writing with concern and only have your well being at heart, I thought that my being blunt would be the most effective way to offer some constructive advice.