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Friday, October 29, 2010


“Puppies and Kitties! Puppies and Kitties!”

That is the formula to be recited whilst jamming one’s index fingers into one’s ear canals to prevent the Hearing of Bad News.

Your teenage kid takes you aside and says, “Mom, I missed my last three periods... I think I might be...”

Puppies and Kitties! Puppies and Kitties!

The boss calls you in and says, “I’m afraid I have some bad news concerning your position after the reorganization...”

Puppies and Kitties! Puppies and Kitties!

Your doctor holds a sheaf of lab results, a concerned expression on his face. He opens his mouth to speak...

Puppies and Kitties! Puppies and Kitties!

But sometimes (as Freud might have said) puppies and kitties are just puppies and kitties. And so, submitted for your approval... Puppies and Kitties!

Samson, AKA Sammy. Of course, he has a sister named Delilah...

Bedkuna Too
Hakuna relaxes. What other purpose is there in life?

Cuddly Bernie
Bernadette enjoys the Mistress of Sarcasm’s attentions.

And, lest you think it’s only Puppies and Kitties, now for something completely different...

Mister Skwerl. A baby squirrel temporarily adopted by Morris William and family. Sure hope the little sucker ain’t rabid...

Update: Friday Ark #316 is afloat over at the Modulator... and Carnival of the Cats #346 - with our own post batting leadoff - is available for your amusement at Meowsings of an Opinionated Pussycat.

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