Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka “I-MEOW”).
It’s not that IMAO really needs apolitical Friday Catblogging, you know. IMAO is strong and vibrant without it.
Friday Catblogging makes IMAO stronger and vibranter, darn it.
Anyway, it’s time for Nardo the Fuzzface:
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.
National Hairball Awareness Day
Friday Ark #136 – Today
Carnival of the Cats – Sunday
Catcams – All day long.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED
Nardo was asleep on Piper’s chair when I woke him up.
Nardo rarely stays in a chair when I’m there snapping a photo. He likes to get up and rub against the camera lens.
Harry Reid and the Dems finally start to get worried for their own safety when they see the Jihadis have started chopping the heads off of pussies.
Watching the View makes me want to lose my Little Friskies.
…watching the Dems rage against the civilized world, Nardo smugly thought, “meow”…
As Bill the cat said about hairballs, “ack ackkkk, sorry ’bout your hairball problem, Miss Lewinski.”
Nardo watches the democratic debate and thinks to himself “these pricks want my vote?”
OK, This is an easy one.
Ramones tune (Beat on the Brat)
Beat on the Cat
Beat on that Brat
Beat on the cat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh
Beat on the Cat
Brat of a Cat
Beat on the Cat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh
Beat on the Cat
Beat on the Brat
With a Cat like that always on his back
What do you have to lose.
(Second verse, it’s a complicated song)
Beat on the Cat
Beat on that Brat
Beat on the cat with a baseball bat
Ar Reah, Ah Reaeah, Reah-Errrrr–.
Beat on the Cat
Brat of a Cat
Beat on the Cat with a baseball bat
Ar Reah, Ah Rearreah, Reahreah-Errrrrreahearh–.
Beat on the Cat
Beat on the Brat
With a Cat like that always on his back
What do you have to lose.
I’m in sort of in a hostility theme tonight.
“New rule,” Ari announced. “If you spontaneously combust, I don’t have to answer your question.”
“Why is it that when it seems a reporter is getting close to the truth,” one reporter asked, “he is then killed by some demonic force and…?” A thought struck the reporter, and he suddenly became frightened. “Forget what I was just saying; I have a different question. Uh…does the president like kittens?”
“I’m smiling because I just pooped in Nancy Pelosi’s cereal”.