No, not that close of a close-up, Mr. Smarty Pants…
We rarely see disapproval in such detail, Roselyn P.
I’m Ready for My Close-Up…
July 5, 2011 By
No, not that close of a close-up, Mr. Smarty Pants…
We rarely see disapproval in such detail, Roselyn P.
Cute nosey looks like it has vanilla sprinkles on it.
and Boop!
Awwww, a magnificent pinky nose, in ya face! This is what I saw first thing every morning when my Stinky was still with me.
i was gonna say: how did you get in my house to take a picture of my asha?
May the Stink be with ya forever.
Oh he is. Here’s HIS pinky nosie:
http://community.webshots.com/photo/fullsize/1202230253054217802tyFxoF
D’awwwww!!
Oooo, Stinky is stinkin’ cute!
“Who IS that masked kitteh?”
Awww! Adorable and a black & white, masked Stinky, just like mine! http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/windowslivewritertheythinktheyruntheplace-11d8dstinky-4.jpg
Oh my stinkin’ gosh! Your Stinky does look a lot like mine! He was the dearest, sweetest cat ever (RIP, little buddy). Hope you enjoy your Stinky for many years to come.
Such concentration!
Stinky: (thinking): I wonder if she’s ever considered a nose piercing?
I would always automatically call this masked kitteh Zorro! And a pinky Zorro you have got there!
I, too, had a Stinky. We just lost her in the fall after 18 wonderful years. She had the cutest, pinkest nose there was. Long live pinkie Stinkies in our hearts!
RIP dearest Stinky of Kathy’s household. 18 yrs!!
Sounds like loving care was goin’ on there.
She was the sweetest, most beautiful cat EVER! We feel blessed to have had her in our lives for so long. Her brother passed at the early age of nine, sadly. We miss them both, but are happy knowing they are together again at Rainbow Bridge.
Kathy, I had Monsieur Le Stinkitude until he was just under 18. I still miss him every day. Did people ever ask you “How could you name her that?”?
Oh, I love that! “Monsieur Le Stinkitude” That’s awesome! Yes, we were asked why we named her that all the time. And it was always funny to hear vet staff announce her name in front of all the other pet owners while we were in the waiting room. “Stinky, you’re next!” And everyone would laugh. We miss her dearly and I got a little sad when I looked at her picture again when I posted that link above. My sweetie.
Hooray for all Stinkies!
Yeah, that was just one of many names for The Big Stink.
Yay Theresa and yay for your avatar! Now we know who you are. Welcome back, both a yuz.
Kitty nosies rock!
Kitty nosies rock! [2]
Is that the stench of the tombs chilling my doomed bones? Some elder demon from another age returned to thwart my feeble attempts to emerge from my enchantment?
Oh wait, it’s tuna breath.
LOL!!!
I like the smell of Scout’s breath sometimes. It often smells like pretzels after she eats her “crunchies” (her dry food).
Is it weird that I love my kitties’ “aromatic” breath? It doesn’t smell good, and yet I just love catching a whiff when they yawn.
Me, too….
I like it, too. It must be love.
Yup, me, too.
Heck, yeah!
Thought so.
Yay, Daffy Duck hovertext!
Go ahead! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers… and gun powder…and cordite. I’m an elk! Shoot me! Go on!! It’s elk season! I’m a fiddler crab. Why don’t you shoot me?! It’s fiddler crab season!
do you think that *perhaps* Daffy could have used a sedative???
I’m perceiving the possibility that he shows some aspects of possibly having a “Type-A personality”????
Firdie, in talking about Daff, I don’t think one can say “Personality” without adding “Disorder.”
*snerkity*
I say, I say, I must say I think ya gotta point, there [pardon] Son!!!
Signed,
http://icons.iconarchive.com/icons/sykonist/looney-tunes/256/Foghorn-Leghorn-icon.png
We have a winner, which means it’s time for a cartoon!
Ya gotta love Daffy for being a pro, he soldiers on no matter what scene he gets!
@ Shari and all our
stage performance afficianados here @ CO:
*hums looney tunes looney tune* [am unable to render it in de-dum syllabification], and now I have an earworm for my trouble. Gee, t’anks, Doc!
Mike, you’re detttttttthhhhhhhhpicable!
(Ponders going back to work after lunch, or watching more Looney Tunes on YouTube.) Hmmm, decisions, decisions………
And, I second Theresa’s opinioning of you, Mike!
“What a way to run a railroad.” I’m using that one tomorrow.
SMMOOOOOOOCHH!!
Moist peenk nosecicle and kitteh leeps!!
My Bucky’s bref steenks too, but I luffs heem a ennyhows!!!
Hysterical. I see that evil little face all the time.
Those teeny little whiskers on the lips are the tickliest!
BACK IT UP I SAY!
LOL -Thanks I needed a laugh today.
Hey, who stuck a camera on my pillow? That’s the sight that greets me every morning!
So that’s what an icy cold wet slimy cat nose looks like. Usually they’re pressed indiscriminately against my flesh and I can’t see them.
Oh, gosh, the leeps. I am ded.
Must……keess…..those……pink leeeps….and nosicles…….*kaplunk*
And, just ‘cuz there’s a bit of extra time avail tonight, I provide the reference point (Glorida Swanson film clip) for tonight’s photo/ title/ headline, of this kitty’s nose.
oops *blush* double post.
Mod’s, any chance of removing this one, which contains a (aHEM)
grammatical imperfection? please?
NOBODY or NOTHIN’ is as scary as Miz Gloria coming right at ya like that.
And, just ‘cuz there’s a bit of extra time avail tonight, I provide the reference point (Gloria Swanson film clip) for tonight’s photo/ title/ headline, of this kitty’s nose.
Thanks to all the other appreciative Furparents out there… Senator Augustus Finchley Fatso Pinknose is in Cat Valhalla now, but his moist, rarely booger-free nosepad was the first thing I saw every morning for many years.
we can only hope he lived as long a life as his name! thanks for sharing him with the world!
15 years, 7 of which were with me. I forgot to add that every morning, the ritual of nose closeup, if not immediately responded to, was followed by bum in face and poke in eye, culminating in clawing of top blanket. Get uuuuuuuppppp!
I’m getting in on this a bit late, but…
Yoiks, and away!
That’s not a close up, that’s a nose up.