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siannanBah, now it's really pissing down rain and I'm hoping it lets up enough for us to go to Brooklyn at some point this weekend for the crafter faire.
Who wants to come with? HEY BONNIE?
J. is bringing home pizza because I don't wanna cook, he don't wanna cook, and I want something hot and junky that doesn't involve a fry-o-lator. For some ungodly reason they stopped selling grape soda at the preferred local parlor. What the hell is that? Pizza and grape soda are inextricable.
Moofey gets more Pig-Pen-ish by the day. I brush him and make him so sleek and gorgeous and then he leaves the room and comes back covered in various moofish moofball lint and furf and great flakes of cat dandruff and then he commences rolling about on something clean. MOOFEY IS WHY I CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS.
I asked the vet about his dandruff. "Is it a sign of anything?" "Only that he's a big dirty hippopotamus." Moofey scares the vets at the practice. They look at him and think he's fat, then they feel him and they get freaked out because it's not lard, it's muscle. If Michael Clarke Duncan's version of the Kingpin was a cat, it would be Moofey, but with Slingblade Carl's brain. *mmm hmmm*.
Who wants to come with? HEY BONNIE?
J. is bringing home pizza because I don't wanna cook, he don't wanna cook, and I want something hot and junky that doesn't involve a fry-o-lator. For some ungodly reason they stopped selling grape soda at the preferred local parlor. What the hell is that? Pizza and grape soda are inextricable.
Moofey gets more Pig-Pen-ish by the day. I brush him and make him so sleek and gorgeous and then he leaves the room and comes back covered in various moofish moofball lint and furf and great flakes of cat dandruff and then he commences rolling about on something clean. MOOFEY IS WHY I CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS.
I asked the vet about his dandruff. "Is it a sign of anything?" "Only that he's a big dirty hippopotamus." Moofey scares the vets at the practice. They look at him and think he's fat, then they feel him and they get freaked out because it's not lard, it's muscle. If Michael Clarke Duncan's version of the Kingpin was a cat, it would be Moofey, but with Slingblade Carl's brain. *mmm hmmm*.
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Date: 2009-06-08 12:49 am (UTC)Whenever we see a brown tabby, one of us says "a mini-Bubby!". If I ever see a brown tabby bigger than 20 lbs, I guess it would be a mega-Bubby. (:
I do not have a designated voice for any of the cats we've had, but I figure Squeaky probably sounds like a stoned Matthew McConaughey.
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Date: 2009-06-08 11:40 am (UTC)All my cats have voices. Well, most female cats have the same voice. Male cats vary more. Fred sounded a bit like Pterry from Pee Wees Playhouse, but with no accent. He blamed it on his neutering. Mungo doesn't have a voice because he's still feral after ten years of living with us so I never know what he's saying.
I miss getting to do Fred's voice. Sometimes I hear him in my dreams, though. He's plodding around complaining about stuff same as ever.