Cute Overload :D
Today, I am the pom-pom. I feel tossed, shaken and generally out of sorts.
Hope you cheer up soon, Eliot.
Theresa and Fird Birfle, I think you’d both better get over here right away!
My thinking, too! And, why is there no sparkly stuff in that pom-pom? (Aside from Eliot, of course.)
Actually, the combination of black-and-white cat and pom-poms might not be safe for Theresa. Maybe we shouldn’t tell her about this.
Don’t worry Skippy! I’m standing by with the Hello Kitty bandaids and a pitcher of margaritas to help patch up Theresa her after she faints.
*waving pompoms* Rah! We are all about the pompoms!
tee and also HEE !!!!
Nikki, I think Fird is going to need those bandaids!
Fird, “cat waving?!” You are BRAVE woman! Reminds me of Steve Martin’s sketch about cat juggling…
hang on there! Looks like a bumpy ride…
Hold still long enough so I can get those toebeans!!
AWW :D Come with me, dear sweet kitty :D I will not use you as a pom-pom :D I will give you lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and good food :D
Now see? THIS Teresa’s takin’ all the mischevious FUN outta tha game !!!
Of course, Fird Birfle :D Any snorgling I would do to said kitty is my way of playing with a pom-pom :D
Eliot, the Reluctant Cheerleader says: “Gimme a W! Gimme a T! Gimme an F!”
Somewhere, when Eliot’s human least expects it, revenge will follow…
HA! I hate to admit it, but that took me a second to figure out…
Yeah me too.
Well, you have to be pretty damn sneaky to stay out of the Mod Lounge.
Little Eliot is making the W with his body…
“YYYYYYYYYYY MCA, it’s fun to stay at the YMCA!!”
I believe that I shall gently place Sir Eliot’s photograph,
under the term “nonplussed”, in the Dictionary.
That was my reflection in the mirror, just a bit ago….. (And how appropriate for a Monday!)
victoreia, I was going to say that after this day at work, I know just how this poor Eliot feels. Then I came out of work to find someone had crunched my rear passenger fender. I don’t know whether to rage, or just sit down and cry. :(
I’ve decided to pack up my kittehs and move to the Costa Rica sloth sanctuary, meself! My car threw a rod in the engine yesterday. To paraphrase the Munchkin Coroner, “Not only is it truly dead, it’s really, most sincerely dead!”. Ah well, this too shall pass!
*sends condolences cards to both lds7yrs and to Ali-Baba*
Usually I throw out the black jelly beans, but in this case I can’t resist!!!!
This is a 007 martini kitty: shaken, not stirred
That tail is taunting me. It’s cries perfume my soul…
White feets + black beans = instant deadly squee
I was a cheerleader when I was younger, and my cat used to pee on my pompoms.
Did you make the mistake of shouting, “Gimme a ‘P’?”
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