"Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee...

I am the greatest, Muhammad Ali"

When I told the cat boys that their cat daddy, aka Sylvester, goes boxing with Mauricio, Ollie went into this pose

and August into this.

Apparently, they watch some boxing on el televisor when kittie mommie is not around. They obviously know that someone ends up on their back at the end of the match and they also get the giggles when Mr T says stuff like "I pity the fool", or "enough jibber jabber".

I said, 'that's fine boys but let's remember that boxing is only for self-defense and exercise and that I prefer that they communicated properly by meowing in different tonalities'. So we reflected on this:

"Every word is endowed with a spirit, therefore the speaker or expounder should carefully deliver his words at the appropriate time and place, for the impression which every each word maketh is clearly evident and perceptible. The Great Being saith: One word may be likened unto fire, another unto light, and the influence which both exert is manifest in the world. Therefore an enlightened man of wisdom should primarily speak with words as mild as milk, that the children of men may be nurtured and edified thereby and may attain the ultimate goal of human existence which is the station of true understanding and nobility...."

I think that August and Ollie prefer meowing to boxing.

The cat boys and I wish all a lovely Friday and a restful weekend, and muchas cat kisses to sweeten the days!

Ciao!