I Sprocketed this morning. Obviously I’m getting enough fiber, after all. No really, slide on over there to check out the most offensive political ad ever created in the history of all time.
I left my girls down in Virginia with Mom and Dad. Their base camp is Dad’s wood shop. When I left, Lucy was hiding under an air-conditioning duct and Mildred was balancing atop a lathe with cobwebs, sawdust, and an entire dessicated moth stuck to her head. One of them is having the time of her life. (One of the cats I mean. Obviously the moth is sorta done with the whole life thing.)
Yes, I’m going into kitty withdrawal. Though I do have this little rotund ball of fur to keep me placated. She keeps licking my forehead. It’s rather distracting. And in a profoundly disturbing way, comforting, too.
Wait, that photo doesn’t quite do her justice. Let’s try a shot from another angle.
I definitely can’t fit THAT in my mouth. Not that I’ve really tried. Yet. Dammit. I guess I know how I’ll be spending my afternoon.
Here’s hoping Mildred doesn’t come back looking like this:
Lucky is adoraballs! What have you been doing to get your forehead dirty? Have you made the switch to prosthetics like Tom? You know you have to wash those, right?
I normally run my prosthetic foreheads through the dishwasher, but Lucky doesn’t have one of those.
I feel like “eating the kitty” means something entirely different to you, but I still want to have that conversation. I’m an explorer.
You should probably ask your moms what “eating the kitty” means. Ps your mama jokes are suddenly even more fun now…
A quote from a chick-flick Mrs watched recently:
“When you’ve been married 3 times, you learn how to eat the kitty”
Mrs is my 3rd.
So a pussy licked you? I’m sorry. These jokes just write themselves.
Dammit. How could I miss that line. Thank you for helping me maintain the level of inappropriate you beautiful people have come to expect around here.
Sounds like you’re gonna get LUCKY! Blame the preceding commenters — they started it!
You’re so susceptible to peer pressure!
I would strongly recommend you use a um… slip cover, if you are planning to put strange cats into your mouth. You don’t know where that pussy has been.
I’m going to vlog me trying to get a condom on Lucky’s hindquarters.
LOL. I’ve got nothing. I just love being here. Lucky is lucky slip cover, condom or not.
Is it weird that I know exactly what that angry cat is saying? He mentioned you . . .
So many pussy jokes right on the tip of my tongue. But being so mature and all that I’d never go there.
Pretty sure that’s actually a rabid Ewok. With a ‘stache. Saying yub nub.
That cat’s been eating more than pussy. I’m pretty sure pussy is a fat-free super food.
I don’t know how to follow all this sex talk. I just wanted to say–that is the most offensive political ad ever made. Also, I love big (cat) butts and I cannot lie….
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