Meow~

((Rp blog for Wolsey, pet of the Seventh Doctor and Bernice Summerfield. This is basically not to be taken seriously at all. This blog has 2 verses, ;mainverse as a normal tomcat and ;ohyesitis! as a sentient cat as seen in "Oh no it isn't!"))

[wxlsey]

Meow~

“What’s new, pussycat ?”

[devilfromthestars]

Say “Cheese”!

[a-night-in-wonderland]

[wxlsey]

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did you just say WOLSEY ISN’T A GUY!? DON’T TELL ME BENNY NEUTERED HIM.

"Until Benny came around, there were balls. Dancing big balls."

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Slowly, he stood up and cleared his throat. “Here, pussy, pussy,” he called, awkwardly trying to mimic the summons he’d heard Bernice use. “Come to…come to Braxxy.” Silence. “Oh, this is ridiculous.” He reached down to grab his shoes. And felt him. Felt the warm, soft fur as it brushed against his leg. He tried not to move. Purrrrrrrr….. “Hello, Wolsey.” He kept his voice quiet and slow and gentle. “Have you come out to play?”

-Irving Braxiatel to Wolsey the Cat in ‘Dead Mice’ by Joseph Lidster (via songofgallifrey)

[fightingeldergods]

((I feel like Big Balls by ACDC is the most fitting song for Wolsey

[celestialsuperstar]

"OI— Wait, do I really look that young? Y’think I could get away with more stuff if I did…?"

[wxlsey]

"I didn't say you looked it. I'm a cat, to me you look like a big bald chimpanzee. I'm just going by experience. Nobody older than 16 is beard-less, so you must be younger!"

[fairlyrottenatscrabble]

There was no smell of burning flesh or brimstone. This place smelt great, in fact. Not hellish, although the costume might be the thin end of a wedge of hellish embarrassment. No, unless the first trick of hell was building up a little hope, this looked much more like heaven. Or reincarnation, there was always that. Maybe this place was as real as it looked, and she had been born again. Except that she still looked like herself, was thirty-something still, and remembered everything about her previous existence. Hah! There was a Heaven! And she’d got there without even trying! She looked up at the gloriously high blue sky, and slapped her hands together, wondering where to begin. ‘Hello,’ she settled on. ‘I just wanted to say thanks very much, whatever sort of god you are. Or the Goddess! Goodness, if it’s you, I’m sorry for taking your name in vain all these years. It’s very good of you to take me despite everything, and I now believe in you, and will admit to any sins that you want to hear about, and sort of throw myself on the mercy of the court and everything. Thank you for having me.’ She waited, expecting a response. When it came, it was from the other side of the meadow. 'Hel-lo!' The voice was fruity and jolly, very clubbishly male and English. Bernice turned, rather worried, despite her bright smile, that God had turned out to be an Englishman after all.

—Bernice Summerfield, Oh No It Isn’t!

[fairlyrottenatscrabble]

"I’m sure the King’s balls will be just fine with me the way I am, thanks,” Benny said, trying her absolute hardest not to glower at Wolsey.  Well, she didn’t try very hard, and she failed, but at least she’d tried and that was the important bit.

[wxlsey]

"You know it irritates the King when his balls are disturbed. Specially by you, Dick." He answered the glare with a soft meowing sound. That always softened up good old Dick.

[celestialsuperstar]

"— Lucky me.”

[wxlsey]

"Is that supposed to be sarcasm? So young and so cynical. You can't be older than 16, right?"

[outofcontextbigfinish]

The king’s balls get bigger every year!

Wolsey - Bernice Summerfield: Oh No It Isn’t!

[celestialsuperstar]

"Fitz is a perfectly decent name, thanks, awarded to only the handsomest of blokes — of which I happen t’be!”

[wxlsey]

"A boy? Really?  Well, look at it on the bright side, at least you still have a pussy.  —Me!"

[wxlsey]

boomgoesthenitro

"Dorothy, you wouldn't know of a lioness in search for a bit of... 'courage'?"

[thehobbitelo-blog]

Returning from her quick walk down the street and back; her exercise, she called it, she noticed her basket not in it’s original place. Then, she noticed the cat. “Shit shit, not good,” she mumbled, rushing over to the basket and picking the cat up. “These are not yours,” she said, placing the cat down farther away.

[wxlsey]

Wolsey lets out a soft meow as he is picked up, but soon returns next to the girl. He stares at the apples and seemingly just decides to wait until the girl goes away again, because he lies next to the basket and purrs softly, content.

[celestialsuperstar]

"My- it’s not- it - my name isn’t Alice! It’s Fitz!”

[wxlsey]

"I don't want to alarm you, Alice. But Fitz is a boy's name. And a rather ugly name at that."

[wxlsey]

thehobbitelo

The tom-cat makes his silent way through the junk-yard and soon reaches his objective. A small basket with a couple of apples left in it. He has been working on emptying the basket for several minutes. He never wonders whether the apples have an owner.

[celestialsuperstar]

open

" — Well that was unexpected.”

[wxlsey]

"Miss Alice! What do you mean?"