Bat the Cat
For those of you who haven't raced out to your local feminista bookstore for this month's searing issue of everyone's favorite lesbionic magazine (Curve--what else?), it's time to do it.
Why?
Because on page 40-something you will find a photograph entitled "Bat and his mom Rae." Sad. But true. It's actually a very good picture of Bat, but I don't know when my head got so big (I mean this literally, people).
Ever since Freido became best friends with "The Little Red Dot" (light pen cat toy thingy), Bat has taken to beating her up for being so stupid. But now that he is published (uh, it totally runs in the family) he has gotten some serious attitude going on. He walks around this house like he owns the place. I'm thinking of intervention, but then again, I've been saying for years that he was the Dalai Lama (is that how you spell that?) so I guess it had to happen sometime.
The public has finally noticed what I have always known: that he's the world's best cat.
In case you were wondering, my roommate Jen G sent this photograph into Curve magazine's photo contest partly as a joke. She takes wonderful photographs and this really is not one of them. Also in case you are wondering, no, I don't spend a lot of time sitting around in a Renaissance costume. That picture was taken a few Halloweens ago, the night I made out with half the people at the Lexington and let Tanner crawl underneath my skirt. Ahh, those were the days.
Thanks for taking those pictures Rev. Michel! I am so very excited about our superprofessional photo shoot Sunday I could squeeze myself. Like Fairymere said, Make Us Look Hot!!
Collin, you talk too much all the time. But consider yourself lucky. Last night I was not wearing spandex, carrying a plastic Walgreens bag full of paper hearts, and sitting at the bar when neither one of us had a wallet. And you weren't that girl who had to get picked up by the ambulance. Hope she's okay.
Also, for the record, I TOTALLY THOUGHT I was a conspiracy theorist for saying the exact same thing about Nick Berg. I told Alix the night it happened that I wouldn't be surprised if the men in the background, faces and heads totally covered over, weren't Americans posing as Iraqis. I said I thought it was a diversion away from Abu Graib. I guess I am not the only one who feels this way. Still, I cannot get that terrible awful image out of my head. Every time I think about it makes me want to die.
Well, on that note, I guess I will go do laundry now (for reals this time).
Why?
Because on page 40-something you will find a photograph entitled "Bat and his mom Rae." Sad. But true. It's actually a very good picture of Bat, but I don't know when my head got so big (I mean this literally, people).
Ever since Freido became best friends with "The Little Red Dot" (light pen cat toy thingy), Bat has taken to beating her up for being so stupid. But now that he is published (uh, it totally runs in the family) he has gotten some serious attitude going on. He walks around this house like he owns the place. I'm thinking of intervention, but then again, I've been saying for years that he was the Dalai Lama (is that how you spell that?) so I guess it had to happen sometime.
The public has finally noticed what I have always known: that he's the world's best cat.
In case you were wondering, my roommate Jen G sent this photograph into Curve magazine's photo contest partly as a joke. She takes wonderful photographs and this really is not one of them. Also in case you are wondering, no, I don't spend a lot of time sitting around in a Renaissance costume. That picture was taken a few Halloweens ago, the night I made out with half the people at the Lexington and let Tanner crawl underneath my skirt. Ahh, those were the days.
Thanks for taking those pictures Rev. Michel! I am so very excited about our superprofessional photo shoot Sunday I could squeeze myself. Like Fairymere said, Make Us Look Hot!!
Collin, you talk too much all the time. But consider yourself lucky. Last night I was not wearing spandex, carrying a plastic Walgreens bag full of paper hearts, and sitting at the bar when neither one of us had a wallet. And you weren't that girl who had to get picked up by the ambulance. Hope she's okay.
Also, for the record, I TOTALLY THOUGHT I was a conspiracy theorist for saying the exact same thing about Nick Berg. I told Alix the night it happened that I wouldn't be surprised if the men in the background, faces and heads totally covered over, weren't Americans posing as Iraqis. I said I thought it was a diversion away from Abu Graib. I guess I am not the only one who feels this way. Still, I cannot get that terrible awful image out of my head. Every time I think about it makes me want to die.
Well, on that note, I guess I will go do laundry now (for reals this time).