Kitties could pierce skin, with their fierce fangs, but when they are nice as this, it’s a gentle laying on of teeth.
Hope you have a furry friend to kronsch with this Caturday.
That’s quite a firm grip, Gripweed!
Caturday Kronsch
September 1, 2012 By
Qu’il a des yeux joli(e)s….
(I can’t recall whether the Outrageous Frawnsche term for “eyes” is considered to be a male or a female noun; thus the available but parenthetical (e) )
Female.
It’s male single you would say un oeuil.
Those single male eyes running around loose! It’s a social disgrace!
I’ve had dreams like that.
I guess it’s more eye-catching than the racing sausages.
les yeux, c’est un nom masculin.
merci pour l’information, (?) madame !!!
Why does this make me think of eating eyeballs?
*squelches self from responding mischeviously*
“nom”. That’s why.
oooh! Crunchy!
AAACHOOOOO
Goldenrod allergies strike again.
Why yes, I would like knuckle sandwich. Thanks!
Win!
My mother always amused the crap out of her second graders by threatening them with knuckle sandwiches.
Yesterday at work, one of my co-workers needed some extra assistance for something. So she asked for it and the guys who could help her said, (Kiddingly) “Sure! We’ll help you with that if you provide lunch.” And she told them she would gladly serve them a couple of knuckle sandwiches.
Awww! A wise guy!
I love your Brooklyn accent, Theresa! (yep. I can hear it even through the written word)
c’mon youz guyz!!
it’s a WOISE GOIE, ehn !!!
Wait a minute! I keep telling youse guys I talk like Margaret Dumont!
I’d like to gather my friends and have all of us converse a la Margaret Dumont, festooned with ropes of pearls, reclining on chaises longues!
Don’t forget the lorgnettes.
(makes note to drop by the Lorgnettes-R-Us Superstore
)
Cat’s got your thumb!
Tastes like chicken
Such an elegant kitten, enjoying finger sandwiches for the weekend.
Like Dowager Countess of Grantham, elegant kitteh does not understand this “weekend” you speak of:
Cucumber-flavoured finger food.
I don’t why but kittens nipping on fingers like that is one of the cutest things in the world to me.
NYAAANG NYAAANG NYAAANG
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you got something on your finger, there…
You’ve got someone in your teeth, there.
I do not have a furry friend to kronsch me. I really wish I did. I have hydrogen peroxide and Hello Kitty band-aids in the medicine cabinet but no kitty to kronsch me. However, I do have Cute Overload so that I can look at pictures of other people’s fingers needing minor medical attention and I can read stories from peeps. This will make me happy! The kitten in the picture is adorable and could chomp my digits anytime.
Oh, I am certain that you will find a kitty to nibble on your fingers real soon, Queen of Dork
Gosh, Teresa. I wish a kitty would find me that would like me to be friends with it!
There must be a sweet little kitty at the local SPCA where you live that wants to genlty nibble on your fingers, Queen of Dork
That hunter kitteh has clearly bagged herself some big game! The kronche shown must be like the Vulcan death grip, looks pretty harmless but capable of bringing down a big hoomin!
Where do you think the Vulcans learned it?!?
The kitteh’s eyes could pretty much bring me down. They are so beautiful. And also the chomping would crack me up. (CHOMP!) (Oh dear! You are such a toughers! Yes you are! You are such a mighty LION! Yes, you are! What a cuteness little, biddle wild cat!)
Same here, Queen of Dork
I would be saying “No bite hard. No bite hard. Gentle. Gentle.”
Hahaha, Teresa!
I got bitten by a gecko once, and I could hardly feel it. But I didn’t want him to feel bad about his tiny ineffectiveness, so I said “Oooh gosh, that hurt! Yikes, that’s terrible! I am so scared now!” as I carried him outside.
That’s sweet! I once had a leech on me. He sucked onto my ankle as I was swimming in a lake in Canada when I was 12. I kept feeling like there was something on me and trying to brush it off. And then when I realized what it was, I ran, screaming to my mom who was sitting on the shore to “GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!” It was pretty much less than cute.
P.S. – My mom beat and beat at that leech (and my ankle) with a fly swatter until she realized that wouldn’t work. Then she grabbed a tissue. She always seemed to for some reason have a cache of tissues on her. And she grabbed the leech and pulled and pulled until it let go. Wow. After that, I learned not to walk about in the muddy area of the lake. Even though mud was so squishy and fun. And one could make such stellar mud pies there.
Ewww.
Ick. 
Blecch. 
*runs all around looking under stuff for leeches*
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk
*balances on top of the nearest chair, standing, so no leeches get ennywhere near me*
I would like to reply to Theresa saying “ewww.” about the leech story. Maybe we could write a scary novel/screenplay about giant, out of control leeches from Mars?
There WOULD be a movie about this. “Commences to nap and have nightmares*
You’re joking.
People actually paid MONEY to see this? (They obviously used little money to produce it.) And expected adults/teens to be SCARED? Boy, people sure were different in the 50s.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly want to volunteer my fingers for this kitteh to kronsche upon.
I know why. Because between the kronsche, the rough tongue grooming, the (as Theresa would say) whack-a-doodle eyes, the exciting and random Kitty Freak Out Sessions, the warm, furry kitty body, and the purring…well, need I say more?
No, I think you covered it all. Oh, wait, you forgot the making-biscuits.
Oh yeah! I did totally forget about that wonderful part!
Totally worth it, you’re absolutely right! ♥
QoD: I had a totally “skewed” weackshon, to yer story about the leeches but due to an excess of eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’s I’ve been flung into the Mod Lounge.
Also to All Peeps: Have enny of you looked at the Storms/ Tropical Weather Systems/ Gulf/ Caribb. so far? I am evidently there !!! It seems I’m presently near what NOAA refers to as the Leeward Islands, and possibly planning to visit somewhere near Bermuda in a day or two. It doesn’t FEEL TO ME like I’m there; it seems to ME that I’m still sittin’ in hot NorthEast Fla, near Jacksonville and Orange Park Fla ……
Signed,
Eez a Puzzlement…..
Be safe, Firdie!
I hereby volunteer my fingers to be kronched by this kitteh! (Actually, any kitteh who wants to kronch on me would be more than welcome!)
Ah, here you are again. I just want to sniff and turn my head up and to the side and haughtily say: “Excuse me, but Attack of the Giant Leeches is one of my favorite movies. As is Killer Shrews. And Alligator People. And The Giant Gila Monster. And Tarantula. And….well, you get my drift. I am considering installing a special DVD player in Mod Lounge that plays these and similar movies over and over and over again on an endless, unstoppable loop. Hmmmm, that would make people more carefuller about what they say here I betcha.”
I’d rather the DVD player show “The Court Jester” and “The Geisha Boy” on an uninterrupted loop, pretty please and thank you!
At my house, we call this a warning bite.
My cat Brownie kronched my nose oh-so-gently the other day. It felt very nice indeed!
My Percy is more of a licker. Just this morning when he was in bed with me he tried to lick my eyelid. Between the purring and the licking, it was a very weird sensation.
AWW
Your Percy sounds like a real loving kitty, Alice 
I would just LOVE to see a picture of him with you holding him 
The dear departed Bob Ross could not do a better job if he tried to apin those whiskers.
“and maybe up here lives a happy little whisker…”