Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
Well, what the hell? I can just do what everyone else does when they're out of inspiration: post pet pictures. Here's the tiny cat and the orange cat, for those of you who are curious.
posted by Aunt B at 8/22/2005 08:01:00 AM
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
5 Comments:
HANK!
Well there you go. The tiny cat doesn't look quite so tiny in the picture, and no, there are no pants!
I tend to post cat pictures lately only when I want to ridicule my cats, well my one cat, who is the most ridicule-worthy creature ever on this earth.
Well, she has no pants, but boy does she need them! I think I told y'all that she's got some allergy that makes her butt hair fall out. It's worse in the winter--she's usually almost completely bald from the bellybutton on back--and definitely could benefit from some toasty warm pants.
She is tiny, though. I guess it's hard to tell without anything in the photo for comparison (and with as close as I was when I took it), but she fits easily in a shoebox.
And Stella matches the couch.
They're both adorable, B. I wish I had some pictures of my George, cause the inspiration is a little dry over in my neck of the woods too.
I like the Tshirts & buttons. Gonna have to get one.
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