Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka “I-MEOW”).
Today, it’s a two-fer: Nardo the Orange and Piper the Crazy:
If you’re not sure how this absurd scene pertains to IMAO, since IMAO is famous for that “political humor” thing, it doesn’t. If you must have some semblance of politics or humor in everything you read here, just assume that Nardo and Piper are… um…
Help me out here. Make your suggestions in the comments how this scene is, in fact, a political allegory.
(For more animal goodness, try Friday Ark today and Carnival of the Cats will be this upcoming Sunday, so send your catblogging links to submissions @ carnivalofthecats.com.)
Just wanted to say – FIRST!
Ok, now for the real comment. I would say that this scene represents the Democrats (on the left of course) and the Republicans (on the right) and their attitude towards are security. On the right, you have the Republicans, looking outwards on alert, ever vigilent for approaching danger. On the left, you have the Democrats, laying back happy, and ignorant of all that is around them.
and waiting for a handout
and mugging for the camera.
I see this as our immigration policy… a bunch of pussys just lounging around waiting for someone to make a decision…
Or then again, I could be wrong…
Muslims relaxing on their cushion with nothing but peace and love in their hearts.
But wait! Piper hears someone drawing Mohammad.
Today, an infidel will die.
(pretend it’s a haiku, written by someone who cannot count syllables)
I think it’s an allegory for Iran.
Nardo is Iran looking for nukes and Piper is the IAEA watching him like a hawk.
Gentlemen, I am afraid its much more sinister than you all believe.
Clearly “Cat Orange” has just returned from a secret mission overseas where he has been looking to offload the yellowcake uranium held for shipment to Saddam Hussein. You’ll notice the orange fur has a slight sheen to it whcih can only be the latent effects of exposure to high levels of radiation. Not having found a buyer on the international market, he has come home, only to find another cat agent, disguised in colors which clearly indicate some kind of desert camouflage. This cat, while definitely not a Persian, may in fact be an ancillary agent, perhaps an Arabian or Chechen. They sit apart, disgusing their true intentions, like strangers seated at a cafe.
Seated back to back, nobody suspects anything. Then the code is exchanged.
Cat Orange: Who do you favor in the Virginia Slims tournament?
Chechen/Arab Cat: In women’s tennis, I always root against the heterosexual.
The game is afoot. Assurances are given, deliveries scheduled, payments arranged. Being westernized, they’ll do a little catnip together to celebrate the deal. Cat orange will wait until the nearby human with the camera moves on before shoving off. Arab/Chechen cat will wait until the moment is right, then scamper underfoot, tripping the nosy intruder before making his way back to his fancy hotel, where he will arrange for a saucer of milk, mouse fries, and maybe find a nice she cat in heat onhis way. Before calling it a night, he will dream of success, and the 72 she cats coming his way, she cats who have never been in heat.
I just have to say this.. YJLAW has problems… somebody should make him/her see a pyschiatrist.
I don’t know, anybody who can get a Top Secret! reference in is okay in my book.
Now I have to go skeet surfing. I’ll be back later.
Makes me feel like having an underwater bar fight!
YJLAW needs assistance in a psychological vein, but his knowledge of the Zucker-Abrams-Zucker consortium is astounding. The weight of such horrible knowledge must have bent him into the sad sad man he appears to be.