In a time of chimpanzees, I was a penguin.
The religious right is motivated by the suspicion that someone, somewhere,
is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
The Mighty Fang has disappeared! I know that fat furry bastard is somewhere in this house, but where? Last time he disappeared, I found ... oh wait, he just walked into the room, yawning. Where the crap was he hiding? I checked *everywhere*!
-- Badtux the Panicked-but-now-relieved Penguin
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It's just going to take awhile for the lot of you to settle down and get back to normal. Patience.
ReplyDeleteThe fat furry little bastards are already back to normal. They woke me up at their normal 6:30AM feeding time to *FEED THEM*, so I did, and they tore into it like they were starving to death (note: a 16 pound cat and an 18 pound cat are NOT in any danger of starving to death), then used their litter box. They're back on routine, so all I need to find is that stupid piece of paper I wrote my new Comcast account number on and...
ReplyDelete- Badtux the Mobile Penguin
That was no yawn - it was a grin.
ReplyDelete"At one point, the cat disappears gradually until nothing is left but its grin, prompting Alice to remark that she has often seen a cat without a grin but never a grin without a cat.[2]"
from Wikipedia - Cheshire Cat