Daily Beast!

Beast constantly looks so freaking smug.  GET OVER YOURSELF!

Beast hates everyone.

Beast says I can give Facebook a rest for a while.

Beast makes me touch his hands for stupid reasons.

I caught Beast opening my mail.  That’s an invasion of privacy!  Bad roommate!

Beast can’t tell if I’ve been gone for ten minutes or two weeks.  But he seems to miss me.  Or at least, he seems to miss freshly-served food in his bowl.

“They’re VEGAN!” he screamed.

  Beast, just because they’re vegan doesn’t mean you should eat that many.  Cats don’t understand nutrition.

Immediately after the last photo was taken, Beast threw George Carlin’s “Last Words” to the floor.  (no joke!)  Then Beast got on Amazon.com and wrote a very critical review of the book.

beast is determined to read it before Elliot gets a chance.

i worry that one day Beast will accidentally snap his own spine while trying to look cute.  when that day comes, i will get him his own cat wheelchair.