Feeny's Funhouse

All "fun" shall be reserved for Feeny unless otherwise specified. The above applies to dogs especially.

Somebody please help

Something has gone terribly wrong. I figured once He got back everything would be back to normal, but apparently She got to him. I don’t know how. All I know is that they are both intent on starving me, presumably to decrease my strength to the point where the Evils can defeat me.

Please consider making a donation to my cause. Just $9.99 a day can feed this poor little kitty…

Doppelgänger alert!

Doppelgänger alert!

My side is the only side

Apparently some people think I should “tell my side of the story.”

The story as originally told by the Harbinger of the Major Evil is pretty accurate, and my actions are easily explained. For many of you the reasons are obvious, but I will make them explicit:

  1. the Harbinger’s cognition of my name as “Finney”
  2. defense of scarce food reserves, and, most importantly
  3. the clear and present danger the Harbinger poses. She has already brought the Major Evil into my home, and has even sought to introduce two other, similar terrors. She must be stopped.

Love, love, love

  • Me: Why do you drool on the human?
  • Him: Love?
  • Me: And rub against the minor evil?
  • Him: Love?
  • Me: And the linen closet, what's with that?
  • Him: Love?

Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:

‘Please, sir, I want some more.’

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Finally, somebody nearly as clever as I am. I say nearly because of the (momentary?) lapse in vocabulary.

Finally, somebody nearly as clever as I am. I say nearly because of the (momentary?) lapse in vocabulary.