Hello, hairless ones--
Dusty here...this will be my page in this idiotic website that "his majesty" is so proud of. Let's get one thing straight right away--don't believe a word the moron with the fiddle says about me. It's all lies. For one thing, that recording session was hell--"C'mon Dustball, just one more take...you can do it boy!" What a nightmare... I would have scratched his eyes out if it weren't for the food thing. Which reminds me--does anybody have a can opener that can be operated without thumbs? Let me know...
Furthermore, that "cat to the moon" thing borders on pet abuse. Imagine being snatched up from a deep and glorious nap and suddenly being hurled arse-over-elbows through the air for the amusement of his lordship's developmentally challenged friends. And then, the ultimate humiliation--having to listen to them marvel at the fact that I make a complete flip in the air and land on my feet! Of course I land on my feet, you imbeciles! I'm a cat! When you're five feet in the air and you see the ground hurtling at you, you bet your ass you flip over and land on your feet! It's either that or another little torture session with that ex-Nazi they euphemistically refer to as "The Vet"...
But I digress...If you like, just drop by occasionally and visit, and perhaps I'll have a few juicy tidbits for you; a little peek behind the curtain, so to speak. And speaking of juicy tidbits--are you gonna finish that sandwich?