You always say you’re taste testing the food for me; in case it’s poison. You nearly knock me down on your way to the bowl. Well, go ahead, taste it. Taste it hard.
*Half of Theresa fingers her pearls and looks down in disdain through her lorgnette* *half of Theresa cracks up making extremely unbecoming snorting noises*
And *that’s* why Kyuri and Ezri have their own bowls! (In different spots, no less, because when their bowls were right next to each other, he’d keep shifting to block her.)
BWAHAHAHAHA! My mom did that to my sister when she started to eat a banana split with her face instead of a spoon !
we never even GOT that far with mischevious behavior in me Ma’s house ….
(Ominous skeery moozik eez playingk, in dee beckground….)
You gotta watch marmies every second…
…or you’ll end up with food all over your face.
Big brother of a different colour; soon to segue into ‘Stop hitting yourself’.
Oh, most definitely!
(How I would hate it when my older brother would pull that on me!)
Forgot to mention that he would phrase it, even more annoyingly: WHY are you hitting yourself?
“Uh, excuse me.”
*slurp munch chew*
“Umm, ex-CUSE me!”
*crunch munch*
“Hey! (whack) Quit being a catty hog and let me have some!”
Ummmm, I think we need a bigger bowl.
Marmie: “Here, taste this, you JERK!” LMAO.
HAW
Also I’m rather attaching a Clint Eastwood personality (or, possibly, Chuck Norris would do) to the Marmie.
“Go ahead. EAT my food.”
They don’t call “Fifty Shades of Grey” Marmie-pr0n for nothing.
Ha! Yes! Loves it.
Brought to you by the repurrtory players from Meowlings
(the marmie also performed with Second Kitty)
Ha, how true!
“Taste it hard.” I nearly spewed my tea all over the monitor.
Me too! (Well, water, not tea.) I needed that just now.
I wondered if one of them was named Zoe.
My boys would so do this to each other.
are they homo sapiens boys or feline quadruped boys??
Signed,
Inquiring Mind
The furry littermates kind.
ah, SO deska !!!
CO, you said “ass.”
Omg, my children love this site, now I can’t let them look at it anymore! You are so mean! Wah. Whine.
I can’t believe how filthy this site has gotten lately.
What do you mean? There hasn’t been any poop in days.
POOP! POOP! POOP!
Sigh.
Way to class up the joint, SM.
They call me Mrs. Classypants.
*giggle*
SkippyMom Classypants. I like it.
You missed a dramatic delivery opportunity, a la In the Heat of the Night.
They call me… MRS. CLASSYPANTS!!
Or, more low-key. “Classypants. Mrs. Classypants.”
FARTS
And… SkippyMom ClassyPants, meet KittyMarthaPoo TastefulPants.
*Half of Theresa fingers her pearls and looks down in disdain through her lorgnette* *half of Theresa cracks up making extremely unbecoming snorting noises*
Now, if they had chosen two smoosh-faced cats to pose in this picture, you could say they were casting ass-Persians.
Sigh.
Casting NASTURTIUMS!!
Oakley, do you laugh out loud when you think of these puns?
Well, I giggled like an 8-year-old when I wrote this one. Does that count?
Giggling is good for the soul. And I thank you for the gift you give us in making us laugh too.
Ouch.
HA!!
And *that’s* why Kyuri and Ezri have their own bowls! (In different spots, no less, because when their bowls were right next to each other, he’d keep shifting to block her.)
“Taste it hard.”
You slay me, CO.
That is one big fat CAT MAFIA boss there showing his underlings not to mess with him, or else!
haha this is so win
Poor grey kitty is completely “under the paw”.
I know the feeling.