Just when you think you knew everything there is to know about everything (and we know you do), Zeus and his paranoid schizophrenic slave Isis come along and shake things up to make them fresh and new. This catblogging duo give a fresh perspective on a variety of topics, such as mathematics, film, cockroach hunting, and even chakras!
We had already scheduled this fine site to become Cat Site of the Week when suddenly my eyes fell on Zeus’s sparkling composition called, “I hate you, Epi-Otic.” Perhaps it could have been called an Epi-Ode. As a victim of feline allergies myself, I too have been afflicted with numerous experiences with Epi-otic. Zeus now has my complete, unconditional, unreserved, and comprehensive sympathy. My jaw dropped and my heart beat in rhythm with each beautiful syllable of his rhyme. I think I may be in love.
Callas! Focus!
Oh. Excuse me. Where was I?
Yes, the Zeus Excuse was born in April 2006, and is a budding website for cats and by cats, which shows a great deal of potential. It actually features a new and interesting technology which I haven’t seen before: Each post is digitally signed by the author, so that you can be assured of the authenticity of each article originating at the Zeus Excuse site. Incredible. That guy is a genius. A prodigy. A mastermind.
Callas! Get a hold of yourself!
Okay, okay. So as I was saying, the brilliant Zeus also has some interviews that are of worthy note, such as a chat with Toonces, the driving cat (Remember when we covered him?) and Azrael from the smurfs. He has a keen eye on fabulous feline actors and can teach mathematics to a human using tuna as a guide. What can’t this cat do?
We editors of Catnabbit! would like to apologize for the unprofessional nature of this Cat Site of the Week review. We hope to restore Callas to her senses as soon as possible so that she can fulfill her duties as previously scheduled.
P.S. You can find Zeus’s site here:
Wow! Thank you so much, Catnabbit! I truly appreciate it.
I’m sorry that you were so emotionally drained after reading my material, Callas. I hear they had to use smelling salts on you. Poor dear.
If it would make you feel better, I can write another poem simply for you, my dear. Just don’t let the Empress Kukka-Maria know, or I’ll be in the proverbial dog-house.