Church of Mr. Stinny

Have you been laying awake at night worried about your sin?
Wondering what has become of your life?
Worried about your evil ways?

ALL OF THIS CAN CHANGE!

Becoming a member of the Church of Mr. Stinny (CMS) can bring back the goodness into your heart. A daily meditation (i.e. nap in the sun for about 18 hours) will be performed on your behalf. Offerings will be made (such as hunted mice, perhaps some bugs) to renew your spirit.

All of this can happen so easily! All you must do is send chicken to the Mostest Holy Reverend Stinman on a weekly basis. You can become whole again. CMS is the path to righteousness (and chicken, perhaps some corned beef).

What are you waiting for? This is your time to get the healing of Mr. Stinny into your sinful life! A prayer (some loud meowing) is being performed on your behalf.

My assistant Shrimpycat (who is mauling me in this photo) is waiting for your calls. Especially you Roxanne.

Humans are Dumb

My human is a bit of a dumbass. She could not figure out how to get into the original blog she made to edit so she created a new one. The only good thing is she put in a better picture of moi down below. As you can see, I am a handsome man with a white milk mustachio.

The cat next to me is Lilliputian aka Lilly. She is rather loud and demanding. However, she does groom me from time to time which I appreciate. Nothing too serious with us though.

My true love is Donald, my bi-curious friend. He is the orange feller to the right looking pissed as usual. He is somewhat like Trump in that he has weird hair. He has a "nervous condition" where he licks his fur out. Kind of embarrassing but he also has a wicked temper so don't make fun of him. Or make any sudden movements.

When we moved across country, the folks gave us all some meds to make the traveling experience less stressful for us (maybe for them). Needless to say Lilly and I had a nice buzz going on. Donald, on the other hand, had the opposite reaction. He became "Crazed Psycho Killer Donny Boy." Mom put me in the crate with him and the freak tried to rip my head off. The lunatic held me captive while Mom tried to pry me away. Once she got me loose, she had to remove freakshow who was snarling and screaming in the back of the crate. After exchanging words, Mom managed to pull him out and throw him in his own carrier. She, in turn, had a nasty bite which bled through 2 states. Needless to say, no more happy pills for Biggy D.

Welcome to my world

Apparently, my human has too much time on her hands and thinks creating a blog about me is an outstanding idea. Enough about her.I am Mr. Stinny aka Winston, Stinnyman, Senor Stinny Pantalones, etc. I'm cute and I'm blind. That's right. "I can't thee ath-hole."Some jackass decided to run me down in Salt Lake City. I'm still waiting for the structured settlement to come through and it's been 6 years. Damn tort system.My human worked at the vet clinic where she valiantly rescued me, or something like that. Now I have her and the husband wrapped around my furry white paw. Oh yes, I am ready to take over the world.