Maru - Quite Possibly the World’s Most Perfect Cat ®
Am I having a debilitating brain aneurism?
smartasshat replied to your post: Bridget Franckowiak:
“Five tables asked what was so funny over here.”My proudest moment. :)
It really was awesome. It was such a joyous inquisition. We love that manager.
Joyous Inquisition is my new fake band name.
First single: What’s so funny over here?
First album: Four DED in Ohio.
Source: beefranck
SandboxDiaries and YodelMachine rocked Total Eclipse of the Heart at the Chicago(ish) karaoke event Friday night. It was seriously awesome. The entire audience emoted and sang along. And who can blame them? My face hurts from smiling so much at this.
I dare you to watch it only once.
In a bizarre turn of events, Yodelmachine teaches Beefranck how to suck creme into her mouth and swallow.
Just wanted to try and get a surreptitious photo of the amazing hat next to me at the Genius bar. (Taken with Instagram at Apple Store)
Does she have a dark sweater pulled up over her forehead?
I HAZ A CONFUZED
I like to think of my cat as an alien robot.
It isn’t that her favorite hobby is wandering around sniffing stuff and meowing for no reason. It’s that she is collecting information about this planet through smells and echolocation. When she sits completely still in the middle of the floor doing nothing but swishing her tail, she’s wirelessly syncing that information with the mothership up in orbit, through her antenna tail. When she lounges in sunny spots, it’s because she’s solar powered.
She spends most of her time in sleep mode.
I like to help her in her little cat mission, though. So when she’s in standby next to me on the bed, and I am working with objects or food items, now and then I like to hold them out to her to sniff. That way she can collect and sync the information without even having to get up.
I bet she doesn’t like to sync information about oranges.
Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.
This is the reason I keep a voice recorder by the bed. So when I have a hazy, half-awake thought, I can preserve it for one of my favorite tooters, Abby.
Abby loves Tudor-style homes where a tutor teaches the children.
You’re welcome.
