A friend gave me a bag yesterday. Debating whether or not to try to dress up my 3 year old Blue Point Siamese - Canoe. I think I might clip his claws first.
BTW, here's Rap Cat's bio from his website:
Hip hop used to be a human’s game. Not anymore.
Here comes Rapcat. The most skilled cat-rapper on the scene today – and some say, the most skilled rapper of any species.
Rapcat’s got a flow that cannot be matched, honed in the streets and alleys of his hometown, Jersey City. In the tradition of the greatest East Coast rappers, Rapcat writes all his own lyrics.
Almost since he was a kitten, Rapcat was hustling his mixtapes on the street and in the parking lot of Checkers, his favorite hangout. His underground cred, already strong, skyrocketed when he got sent off to the St. Louis Home for Delinquent Felines, for the “crime” of dealing catnip. (Which is legal, but we all know no jury’s gonna give a cat a fair trial.)
While in “The Cage,” Rapcat perfected a tougher rhyme style. Once a week he’d squeeze through the bars and sneak over to Rally’s. He would bring some burgers back for himself, and some to trade with the other cats for balls of yarn and recording equipment.
By the time he got out for good behavior, Rapcat’s first full-length album was complete. His tales of hard livin’ on the streets form the core of “Look What I Dragged In,” already a bootleg classic.
While in “The Cage,” Rapcat perfected a tougher rhyme style. Once a week he’d squeeze through the bars and sneak over to Rally’s. He would bring some burgers back for himself, and some to trade with the other cats for balls of yarn and recording equipment.
By the time he got out for good behavior, Rapcat’s first full-length album was complete. His tales of hard livin’ on the streets form the core of “Look What I Dragged In,” already a bootleg classic.
In 2006, Rapcat was rocketed to worldwide fame with his appearance in the now-famous Checkers/Rally’s TV commercial.
Now he’s back with his major-label debut, “8 Lives Left.” 12 new jams to fire up the radio, rip up the dancefloors, and make the national booty shake. The killer first track, “Meow Meow,” rides like a white-leather upholstered Caddy on a silk highway, with a strawberry milkshake in the cupholder.
No doubt, it’s gonna be the party anthem of 2007. Maybe even 2008 and 2009. At least, until Rapcat releases his next single.
So what’s next for the Fellini of Felines? Movie acting? Producing for other up-and-coming alleycats? A clothing line? He’s not saying.
For now, life is good for rap fans and cat fanciers worldwide.