Caturd-Eh? (or: La Souris Est En Dessous La Table, Le Chat Est Sur La Chaise Et Le Caturday Est... Est... Le Caturday Est Disparu?)
"Crazy cat ladies are many things—single and living in unclean cat-hair apartments littered with kitty litter, etc—but they're not dumb. They're intimidatingly smart. That's why they're single. Well, that and the cats." -Emily from Gawker
The ambivalence I'm feeling about pegging myself as that stupid cat blogger has been at least temporarily overcome by this. Screenshot:
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Today I got the cutest email:
Subject: You've seen this, right?
For reals. How else would I have found this image which we'll probably see every time I talk about Improbable:
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Finally, a picture + story combination from cuteoverload. I think this is to be read with a French (Fransch) accent:
Title: Ello my friennn
I get you a frayshe cup of coffee, ahn?
I know how you like eet. [kisses your cheek with mustached face]
I be right back, you stay 'erre.
My Associate, he will breeng you zuh pastries, ahn?
I may feel ambivalence about being quite this gay, but no one can resist a quizzical monkey. (He was a bloody monkey! He was a cheeky monkey. And he knew my French wasn’t very good, so he’d go off and do things.) Sigh.