Friday, June 13, 2008

Friday Cat Blogging

Caption: Why doesn't she leave me alone? Doesn't she know I dislike her flashing steel box game? Boring.

Listening to: Patti Smith Group - 25th Floor
via FoxyTunes


Daisy said...

Good posing! Sometimes I do not enjoy the flashy-box, too.

FeministGal said...

haha your post reminded me of this hilarious email i got a few weeks back:

8 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
Noon - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
5 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite
11 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other
inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my
contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me
going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again
vomit on he carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless
body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
since it clearly
what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments
about what a 'good little hunter' I am.


There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration
of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I
overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'
I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to
assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was
walking. I must try this
again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are
flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is
obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my
every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in
an elevated cell,
so he is safe ... . ... For now...

JoJo said...

I got that too, it's hilarious!!!

Do you ever visit the I can has cheezburger and I has a hotdog sites? Talk about adorable pictures with funny captions!

Have a great weekend; try to stay cool.

JoJo said...

On another note, RIP to Tim Russert!!!

Anthony said...

Looks like a pussy with attitude. OK, I know that's an old joke.

Anyway, I just joined Stumble Upon and stopped by to give you a review. Partly because you do a great job and partly because of how much I appreciate your support of The Lives and Times....

I'd like to get some links for my other blogs; if you can help out please let me know.

Have a great weekend.

Daisy said...

Feministgal, that is hilarious!

I've never received that one. but I did receive the one about "how to give a cat a pill"--which was great.