Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka “I-MEOW”).
Let’s face it… there’s a reason why I’ mthe only IMAO blogger who does this Friday Catblogging thing. It’s because I have lost teh funny. And, sadly, there is no hope of me ever getting it back.
Anyway, it’s time for Piper the Confused:
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 Piper is… um…
Help me out here. Make your suggestions in the comments how this scene is, in fact, a political allegory.
You can find more examples of Friday catblogging by searching a blog search engine such as Technorati for “catblogging.”
You can also find a roundup of catblogging posts at The Friday Ark, located at The Modulator blog.
Then, when the weekend is nearly over, head over to The Carnival of the Cats for more kitty goodness.
There’s also Flickr Groups called Furry Friday and Friday Catblogging.
Anybody I miss?
LS – Where’d you find the tribble? Now I know what the trouble with tribbles is…they draw cats!
Piper appears to be reacting to the laser pointer the same way humans are reacting to Sen. JF’n Kerry’s laser sharp humor…that is, she seems to saying, “What the @#$% was that?”
Piper ponders whether the new fuschia beret to be worn by U.N. “peacekeepers” means that they will be sexually abusing boys instead of girls from now on.
Piper is amazed as evolution happens before his very eyes. From single celled amoebocyte to multicellular, eukaryotic fuzz ball in mere minutes! The liberals WERE right!
A greatly relieved Piper, after having chewed up cat toys removed from his intestinal track.
Piper’s been watching the news lately and he’s pretty sure that if he sits on this thing he’s going to take it up the keister and then some democRATic operative will end up with pictures and there goes his political future…
Why can’t those code pink moonbats use a litterbox like me?
Okay, who left their damned placenta on my couch?