Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka “I-MEOW”).
Sure, some of the IMAO bloggers have cats, but apparently I’m the only one of them brave enough to Friday Catblog. Maybe they’re worried that they’ll get fleas. Well, more fleas than usual. (e.d.: we need to fleadip Ducky again)
Anyway, today being St. Patrick’s Day, it’s time for Edloe O’Grumpus:
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 Edloe is… 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 at Catcall, so send your catblogging links to submissions @ carnivalofthecats.com.)
It’s obviously about the white man oppressing the. . .er, everyone else. A “Fat Cat”, you see, that’s obviously a “whitey” as demostrated by his Irish cap, lording it over everyone from his throne–the Comfy Seat.
mew.
oh, and First!!
He is channeling Gerry Adams. While he sits there in his little Irish cap behaving and looking like a respectable member of society the he is thinking of the only thing that terrorists and cats think; “As soon as you stop watching me I am going to kill you.”
Welcome friends and neighbors to Tabbiny Hall. If I am elelcted there will be a fish in every dish, clean kitty litter daily and muzzles for every dog. All staff(owners Heh,heh) will be re-educated to provide 24hr. attention and support. Elect me as Supreme High Feline and we will take over the world. Magna Felis.
Campaign speech by Edloe O’Grumpus
PS This is all Bush’s fault!
Teddy Kennedy lets his hair down.
I would never let myself be photographed in such a shameful position. There’s not even any whiskey there. You little subjects get me all riled up. Where’s my “evian”, Toby?
Erin Go Brau..Brau.. gerkkk gerkk…hairball
“I don’t care if it is St. Patrick’s Day, there’s no way I’m taking a ride with Ted Kennedy!”
“Corned beef and cabbage……big whoop.”
I’ve got your hairball detector right here
My ongoing attempts to terrorize catblogging!
Have a great St. Paddy’s
The Cat in the Green Hat I am, I am
But as a Kosher cat, I can’t eat your green eggs and Ham.
It appears to be a harmless Irish reveler, but beneath the clever disguise lurks the leader of a Persian sleeper cell. Durka Durka! Mohamed Jihad!
“Hurry up and take the picture, so I can get back to peeing on your pillow”
“Hands off my GUINNESS!!!!”
Bill the Cat celebrates St. Patrick’s Day.
ACK!
he’s adorable!!!
Well you gots your spineless fat cats in politics and now you have me,a boneless fat cat.A fuzzy bag of cat innards is not unlike a Democrat,neither has to to make or take a stand when it is about God,country or personal responsibility.Now excuse me,I’m needed back at the Star Wars bar scene.
Yup, has to be fat ole’ Ted Kennedy… Even positioned in the correct spot so that we can have Hillary’s hand up his ass…makes the hand puppet thing “come alive”…
“Fresh from a meeting with distiguished senators McCain & Clinton, the Irish delegate now sits & contemplates drinking his own weight in a whisky & Whiskas smoothie binge.”
I wish I’d been the first one to say it, but I thought it before I read the other comments.
I see a stunning likeness to Teddy Kennedy.
I can’t believe I drank the whole thing….