See, not only are cats self-absorbed, which they are, but cat people are equally self-absorbed, even, frankly, the cat people who have no cats but who should or would, had they exposed themselves to cattitude.
But this has nothing to do with what I am saying.
It has only to do with what the people at the Starbucks or Tim Horton’s you frequent are saying.
What I am saying is: The Cat Is Back.
This, my friends, is The Cat:
And that, my friends, is the raincoaster. And there is a tale wherein the raincoaster purchased the cat, and it is this:
raincoaster was coasting through the Hastings Street Value Village, as was and is her wont, when she came across something so glam-tastic it seemed as if Grace Jones herself should have manifested and dragged that bitch up to the till, but lo, Grace kept to her place and it seemed as if raincoaster would have free reign on all sparkly marabou stole territory. But, alas, it was not to be.
The raincoaster stood, pondering, for some time. Some, apparantly excessive time.
A drag queen grasped the trailing end.
“Are you all done here?” she asked.
“No, sorry,” replied raincoaster, thinking in practical terms about rights but not quite willing to give up on this particularly cool version thereof.
“Honey, if you don’t want it, Aye, you crazee, Bee, Ai take it.”
“Okay, I’m taking it.”
The tale of the naming of the Cat is for some other time.
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Fighting a drag queen for a bit of cat pelt? Sad.
:-)
But folks, I’ve actually seen the RC in the cat, and she pulls it off!
To the accompaniment of some swinging tunes, even!
Damn, even I’m intrigued.
Lori isn’t out of the closet about this, but twas she who named it. And photographed it. I had to spend an hour photoshopping out all the other people from her wedding. Yes, I wore black to her wedding. Well, that Metro is such a heartbreaker.
Also: photoshop is very difficult to do with one eye shut to help you focus.
I am in awe of my ability to add the blog-pimping link buttons even in the throes of gin wastoidness. PRIORITIES!
Drunk in charge of a Photoshopper? Licence forfeiture and three days in jail.
Yeah, whatever. You think those lolcats made themselves?
Of course they did – haven’t you ever heard of evolution?
Ah, we’ve found a clue to that lost Canadian volume from Dr. Seuss . . . . . .
The Cat and the Shat
I’d pay to watch The Shat read Dr. Seuss.
calling ASPCA . . . . :0)
~m
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What a fabulous photo …
Yes, Lori and her friends are very talented. I, personally, cannot take a decent picture to save my life!
You make a damn fine model though. And apparently you’re no slouch with the ol’ photoshop either.
You’re not supposed to wear black to a wedding? Oops … I always do.
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