Orange Felon Can't Tell Me What to Do

Words of Advice:

DONALD TRUMP IS A CONVICTED FELON. CASE CLOSED.

"America, where we restrict access to vaccines and healthcare, but you can have all the guns you want." -- Stonekettle

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

If something sounds good in your head, don't let it come out of your mouth.

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Tear Gas Tastes Like Fascism." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

Karma may sometimes be late to arrive.
But it never loses an address.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Caturday

George had his "lion cut" on Thursday. He has been most uncooperative when it comes to taking his photo.

Gracie is, as I write this a day after I brought him back home, still yowling and hissing at him. Poor George.

Jake, on the other hand, isn't fazed by much at all:

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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

If you don't mind me asking, why did George get a "lion cut"?

5/09/2009 8:17 AM
Phil said...

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Yer mean, Mommy.

Poor little fucker.
Keep the closet closed so he can't crap in yer shoes.

5/09/2009 9:57 AM
Comrade Misfit said...

Terrant, George gets very badly matted up on his belly and his thighs. He refuses to let me brush or comb him. Some years, he has let me spot-shave him with electric clippers, but it's always a struggle. Easier for the vet's techs to do it.

5/09/2009 2:43 PM
lisahgolden said...

Our guy really needs the lion cut. And a lobotomy. He's the stealth pooper, I'm sure of it.

I love how Jake just takes it all in stride.

5/09/2009 11:10 PM
Phil said...

Don't ya just love that?
There is this thing called "Outside".
My fucking cats will sit for hours with their back legs crossed until I open the door so they can come in and crap all over the litter box.
Until I put the garden in.

Little fuckers.

5/09/2009 11:24 PM

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