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Wait, are they saying I’m a butterball?
I don’t know about “them” but I think he/ she is !!!
But a cute & fuzzy butterball!!
There should be a “Your offering pleases me.” option. 🙂
They put those other butterballs, there to keep the condo from tipping over.
It’s my Diamond Jubilee, what generous gifts have you brought to grace the imperial throne of the United Katdom.
I wonder if those two frozen stiffs wouldn’t happen to be the Prince of Tails and Catilla the Duchess of Catwail. ;P
I’d actually heard her referred to as “the Duchess of Caterwaul” by someone who was, ‘ow you say, not-a-fan
We are not amused, off with their heads!
Am I next to be tussled up like a turkey?
Um, that boat has sailed, if you see what I mean. 😛
What a lovely kitty! I bet he/she is snugly! I have a 16 pound cat and when I mentioned to my vet that I wanted to put him on a summer diet, she said he wasn’t fat…just big. Muscles. He would look so weird skinny…
Which weighs more? The cat, obviously 😀
Doh! (slaps self up-side the head)
“What are you doing with that turkey baster? Don’t look at me like th—“
When I was little, we had a big orange cat named Rowdy, nicknamed Squash (because of his color). There’s a story that one fall, when someone was describing to me the things we would have for Thanksgiving dinner, squash was mentioned and I became hysterical thinking we were going to be eating the cat. I am sure that this story is apocryphal because no matter how young I may have been, I know I was never that stupid.
Three butterballs, sittin’ in a tree. . .
Cat is saying, “Third turkey? There was no third turkey… I don’t know WHAT you are talking about!”
awww skippy…I happen to think that’s quite cute, not stupid 🙂 And I’m sure you were quite cute if the story is true 😉
Thanks, Emmylee. I was in fact insufferably cute as a child. I’ve compensated by growing up to be pessimistic and cynical.
Definitely. Much cuter and much floofier than those other things in the stringy netty bags. (Aherm. Grammar geek is coming up to speak: “The correct spelling of the plural of those large fowl commonly served at Thanksgiving and other feasts is T-U-R-K-E-Y-S,”
thank you, thank you, thank you! i guess i spent too many years in the classroom. i have no tolerance for misspelled words.
That looks like my cat. Exactly. Like. My. Cat. He’s a 16 pounder.
Very true, I was about to say the same, and then also point out your missing end parenthesis. Aherm.
Yes! Followed by “…except it needs more gravy.” (It’s all about the gravy, People.)
I’m sure that applies to many of us. Especially the “insufferably cute” part!
I don’t have strong feelings on this topic but I’ma weigh in on it ennyhow, ‘cuz
me brudders DO feel strongly on it. They frequently state the bit about the gravy.
And be sure to determine which TYPE of gravy is available. THAT part is an Urgent Matter, also, acc. to “the Brothers Thomas”.
If this means Mme Who Is Presently Married to the Prince of Wales, please add ME to those who are, ‘ow you say, not-a-fan.
REALLY? You were married and had privileges
with Princess Diana and you prefer the charms of Lady
Camilla Shand Parker Bowles Mountbatten-Windsor???????
Keep ‘im in tha HOUSE during November, Mel 🙂 Just in case ….
I WAS that stupid. Overheard my parents talking about serving
“eyeballs” and freaked. They had a good laugh and reassured
me they said “highballs”. This not only dates me (Pleistocene),
but says something about the fact that I knew what highballs were.
most excellent advice, Fird.
Yum, a nice tall frosty glass of eyeballs sounds most refreshing on a hot day like today.
i cant tolerate bad punctution
Not sure why I’m adding my two cents, but here goes.
I was at Charles and Diana’s wedding–okay, that’s kind of a lie, I wasn’t a guest, of course, but I was in London and stood along the parade route to St. Paul’s and have a picture of her in the coach and stuff. I was swept up in the whole thing, and then again when she died. I wasn’t an obsessed Diana fan, but the fact that he had a girlfriend the whole time was certainly not fair to her. The whole situation was just really unfortunate.
All that having been said, when I see Charles and Camilla together now it makes me happy in a small way. I just think they are perfectly suited as a couple, and despite all the mess in the past they have ended up where they should.
For whatever that’s worth.
I guess my comment was too long, or I used a word referring to the act of becoming ded. I’ll just sip that nice cold eyeball while I wait to get out.
Hey, I’m just impressed he managed to climb that cat tree. I staged stools and stuff around my bed for my (too heavy) kitty.
Yet somewhat less delicious.
I read this at first that you put tools around your bed, as though you expected them to build their own cat tree or something.
Skippymom, you are killing me today! I MUST go get myself a tall frosty eyeball glass, while I ponder the uses to which a cat might put a hand saw! 😉
*clinking eyeball glasses with lds7* Thank you, I feel my work here is done for the day. I shall now go home to check on my cats’ progress with the home renovation project they were supposed to be working on today.
He’s thinking “One down, two to go…”.
Constructing a minibar perhaps?
“You mean…I get a THIRD wish?!”
i certainly understand. the take-away is that so many of our own parents and friends have the same experience. except bradelina. they suck. 🙂
That was cute , Space Cowgirl, and veeeerrrryyy funnnnneeeeey ! I luved it !
Oh Yeah , I remember highballs , being served by late uncle Harold !
…and serving High Balls when completed !!!
Thank heavens they don’t have opposable thumbs I”m just saying.
Well, Dusty is a good-sized, dominion-seeking. tortoise-shell queen, but _not_ fat! Or even _fluffy_! (Don’t know how she does it; it doesn’t work for me…).
That is _definitely_ the same make and model as her cat-tree (except for missing the framed print of a sand cat hanging on the wall above it – oh, and the fact that she only has one turkey, and I don’t climb trees…)
One is not like the others. Ok, kind of like, but not entirely like…
Here are some extras. ))
Yep 😆 Or she is doing the thinking 😆
“When I asked for extra turkey this wasn’t what I was thinking.”
The references to eyeball glasses make me think of the scene in “Scrooged” where Frank Cross (Bill Murray) hallucinates seeing an eyeball in his glass.
I kind of hope that cat’s name is Butterball.
Butterball is thinking “I wonder what the turkeys did wrong… better watch my back here”
“Well, maybe, it you roast it to perfection with liver filling, and serve it to me on a silver plate, MAYBE I’ll be interested!”
I actually know a cat with this same coloring whose name is Butterball.