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 brilliant enough to combine cats and blogging without blowing them up in a messy explosion of fur and PHP codes.
Anyway, it’s time for Nardo the Unwise:
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 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 Sunday, so send your catblogging links to submissions @ carnivalofthecats.com.)
FIRST!!
…I got nothing…
This fearsome animal will be sent to attack the spammers in the imao forums.
After changing her hairstyle yet again, Representative McKinney is “inappropriately touched” by a Capitol Police officer.
He seems to be saying, “you know, I walk around barefoot all day, even cover up my own poo with my feet, but they don’t smell as bad as that thing.”
Maybe he assumes that because it’s bare, it’s attached to a hippie on the other end, and therefore deserving of bemused contempt.
From a group of young deadheads camping out for tickets in 1992, “You can tell us from the fashion hippies because we smell and they don’t”.
Nardo says:
“If it were up to me I’d get the President to classify your feet as weapons of mass destruction. Put some socks on, how ’bout it?
Do I stick my butt in you face… Yeah, I guess I do. Never mind.
That foot smell is causing Nardo to recall his summer in France, the cheese, and that one regretful night with Simone. Thus the scowl.
I don’t know what it means but I’m glad you didn’t decide to do it in smell-o-vision.
Now I remember why they call me “the unwise”, I was very foolish to get too close to this thing. cough, hack, cough, aauughhhh, thud.
Looks like Nardo isn’t too pleased with that whole “only adult humans can vote” thing.
I’m not entirely sure, but I think there are laws against cat blogging. I mean, what if the cat doesn’t want to blog? Either way, I’m calling PETA. Not because I think they’re ever right, just in hopes that they’ll be offended enough to send naked supermodels to protest.
From the look on the cat’s face, you were about to lose a toe.
Nardo: A dog would be licking that pasty, stinky appendage right now…so exactly how are dogs smarter than we cat-gods-on-earth?
Aargh! I hate Fridays! Where’s Teh Funny? FrankJ’s probably squishing numbers, who knows what everyone else is doing.
PaleoMedic- They’re probably at church for Good Friday.
And the Friday Catblogging allows you to make your own funny.
It’s community funny.
“Mmmmmmm, smells like freedom.”
Nardo is obviously portraying your typical American and his facial expression is saying “Hey Ass Wipe, get the foot out of my face or face shock and awe Nardo style…buttmunch”…
“Dude, I can see up your boxers….”
The photo shot just before Lair gets a nice set of stitches………..
Nardo?!? You named your cat Nardo?
He’s gonna bite you…
He’ gonna bite you when you’re sleeping and least expect it.
He’s gonna bite you ’cause you named him Nardo.
Poor little kitty with the stupid name. He’s obviously supposed to be named “Marmalade the Tolerant”.
I agree…you named your cat NARDO! If you had named me Nardo, and I had a set of chompers like “Nardo”, I’d wait for you to doze off and then I’d take a bite out of those teeny tiny set of stones of yours! Then I’d sit back and see how you and your boyfriend would manage after that…
The name “Marmalade” is already taken by my extremely handsome orange cat (who does have a slight resemblance to Nardo).
Real cats, like Donald Rumsfeld, do not look in favor upon pussyfooting around.