Wait, what? That's MAX? Did he lose weight? (ducks)
In which case, good god, I hope you did indeed feed him because I'm not sure he could take care of that all by hisself. Unless FiFi La Doo were pointing a kitty gun at his head.
moi: shame on you. shame. on. you. max loves you anyway. and don't you go underestimating his independent living skillz; that guy can lock and load on a cricket at 1/4". that's right, i said it--1/4".
dr: thatismax thatismax thatismax! so his fluffy hair has been tucked behind his ears; so he's got a wide-eyed freaky fiona expression; remember, black is slimming!
UPDATE: Fiona Le Foof just nabbed her a praying mantis, making her Skilled Hunter #1 In Residence. Max expressed keen interest, but both experienced the pain of failure as I separated feline from insect and assessed damages. Freaky praying mantis is minus one arm, god bless it, and angry. Really angry.
I spent all last week shooting (with a camera – geez!) a praying mantis who had appropriated the hummingbird feeder as her territory. Bugs don't come any more mean ass than a praying mantis. In fact, if someone started manufacturing tiny assault weapons for bugs? Those mantis would be first in line at Sportsman's Warehouse.
So I say: next time, let Fifi La Deaux have her fun.
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Yowzzzy.
Dang. With an attitude like that, you'd think she'd be perfectly capable of feeding HERSELF.
that girl jus' ain't right...
That is MAX. Please adjust your pronouns accordingly.
new gray kitten flies through air in attack position, lands full on tail of cranky old Marmalade.
cranky old cat whirls and hisses, chases kitten off of bed into narrow space next to wall, pins her down with numerous Deadly Paw Whacks.
both cats suddenly stop, begin dancing arm in paw and shout, "hi, Max! merry christmas!"
Wait, what? That's MAX? Did he lose weight? (ducks)
In which case, good god, I hope you did indeed feed him because I'm not sure he could take care of that all by hisself. Unless FiFi La Doo were pointing a kitty gun at his head.
I agree. where is dat fluffy face of de liddle kiddy what needs kisses.Or is that a baby picture???
aj: weird, fiona just did exactly the same thing.
moi: shame on you. shame. on. you. max loves you anyway. and don't you go underestimating his independent living skillz; that guy can lock and load on a cricket at 1/4". that's right, i said it--1/4".
dr: thatismax thatismax thatismax! so his fluffy hair has been tucked behind his ears; so he's got a wide-eyed freaky fiona expression; remember, black is slimming!
UPDATE:
Fiona Le Foof just nabbed her a praying mantis, making her Skilled Hunter #1 In Residence. Max expressed keen interest, but both experienced the pain of failure as I separated feline from insect and assessed damages. Freaky praying mantis is minus one arm, god bless it, and angry. Really angry.
...but probably still praying.
I spent all last week shooting (with a camera – geez!) a praying mantis who had appropriated the hummingbird feeder as her territory. Bugs don't come any more mean ass than a praying mantis. In fact, if someone started manufacturing tiny assault weapons for bugs? Those mantis would be first in line at Sportsman's Warehouse.
So I say: next time, let Fifi La Deaux have her fun.
max hab a paying manters in hibs mouf. hibs eyes say so.
Damn it, Max! Damn it! Put it down! (runs around in circles, looking for something to put the injured mantis on while bug CPR is administered)
p.s. to aj: the aj simpsons link has been forwarded to some *boys,* who *understand.*
i know a *girl* who enjoys the bart chalkboards, but she's kinda weird.
aj: are ya sleepin' with her?
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