I’d vote for any Republican over Obama. I’d also vote for most Democrats over him.
Buttercup finds counting in Japanese hilarious.
I’d vote for any Republican over Obama. I’d also vote for most Democrats over him.
Buttercup finds counting in Japanese hilarious.
I think it’s your haircut that she finds hilarious.
Buttercup saw Wiener’s wiener, then she looks at yours and LAUGHS! Good girl Buttercup!
I can’t even come up with anything clever. Ever since my little Bean was born, when I hear little babies giggle and it is so awesomely awesome and fantastic that I just want to scoop them up and snuggle them and hug and kiss them and love them. Babies are quite possibly the coolest thing ever – and that’s including bacon and chocolate.
…but not tuna.
Babies are so much better than cats. It’s not even fair.
Question: Why do babies laugh?
Answer: Unknown. But I’d laugh too if I were one foot away from Frank’s face and he was counting in Japanese.
(or scream!)
There’s a whole set of Buttercup videos over at Youtube. What a cutie!
Isn’t EVERYTHING funnier in Japanese?
Marko –
Cats taste better, or so I’m told.
I would, however, vote for a cat over Romney or Obama. Or Theodore Roosevelt. Thanks for the Progressive Era, Teddy.
Racist!
Frank, keep your baby away from Hillary and ussjimmycarter!
Marko,
stop dissin’ cats! Just remember, without kittens how would we know our microwave oven works hmmmmmm?
Frank J., she does look like a little Buttercup, which brings me to a thought that beamed into my head. Why is it a compliment to call something cute a cup of butter? Mebbe it’s because Margerinecup doesn’t work at all. It may be a cultural thing. I’m sure in kat culture it’s considered a compliment to call another cat Tunacup. Eh DamnKat?
@ Burmashave – I belive “buttercup” in this context is a comparison to the flower – not a cup of butter.
And no, we don’t call other cats “tunacup”. True, we are an inordinately handsome species – but, honestly, none of us can compare to a cup of tuna.
I think Obama would make more sense if he spoke in Japanese.
Frank learned Japanese because that is where his job is going to be outsourced.
Hey, someone’s got to keep Frank J’s feet on the ground for the time when Buttercup is say…oh…around 13 and she flips Frank the bird and says “god, your such a loser!”…
Personally, I find all cats counting in Japanese hilarious. Well except the Siamese ones. They are like sneaky ninjas.
I am afraid I cannot vote for a rino. ostupid will get 4 more years if the repubs put up another mccain. Just imagine what language we would speak if carter had gotten 8. Gas at $1600 a gallon and the sierra club in charge of hunting. NO RINO!!S I like to hunt, and don’t want osheeitehead to get 4 more years.
@Kat: Thanks for clearing that, but are you sure the term of endearment doesn’t come from love for cups of butter? After all, Indians used to dance around the camp firing singing the praises of magerine, “Ma-zola corn goodness.”
Dit-dit-da-dit-dit-dit…coming in hot off the wire…dit-dit-da-dit…Rick Perry signs into law a measure permitting sale of incandescent light bulbs within the Lone Star State. Millions of Right thinking Americans declare their undying love for Perry and ponder whether a Bachman/Perry or Perry/Bachman ticket would be best. Businesses now specializing in smuggling smokes into the Empire State announce their intention to branch out into importation and sale of incandescent light bulbs.
Well, Rick Perry is now better than George Bush and I would vote for him. But that’s about as much enthusiasm as I can muster. It is nice to have a candidate with better hair than even Romney!
Also, Burma, butter is delicious and nutritious, a friend from our friend the cow – a friend like no udder. Margarine is fake butter with unhealthy, unnatural ingredients. I cannot approve of something that imitates a product from our friend the cow.
♫ Margarine, why can’t you be true?
Oh Margarine, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do ♫
Ussjimmycarter – I didn’t have daughters, but my numerous sisters entered a stage at about 14-15 when our Mom (not Dad) became an idiot. They never did claim that Dad was one. I suspect it only happens with the same gender.
My Dad became an idiot when I was about 15. Mysteriously, he stayed an idiot until I was about 23 and then recovered for reasons unknown.
I warned my sons in advance that I was about to become an idiot when they were 13. They laughed then – but I was right! And I somehow recovered too!
@Carolyn, “Babies are quite possibly the coolest thing ever…” No, pizza is the coolest thing ever.
Regarding the issue of “cute,” It’s best that I abstain from adding additional input to the topic. As you know, I date a pig, and that might cause some to question my judgement.
@Marko: Right now, I’m looking for any issue, any issue at all, that would make me like one of candidates. Call me desperate, but the light bulb issue might just do it.
Jimmy, my Dad was never an idiot. At around 14 he became the guy whom I backtalked, even though I believed everything he said. That continued until I was 18. My Mom became a crazy person when I was 13 or 14. Sometimes I still think she’s a little crazy, but crazy does run on her side of the family.
@Burma, desperation is nothing to be ashamed of nowadays.
My dad became an idiot when I turned 16 and remained one until the day I backtalked him. FYI…short, middleaged Mexican men really follow threw when they pimp slap.
The last word you called Buttercup was “Jew”?
Parents are suppose to turn into idiots. It’s the way God made us. We then leave the nest and go out on our own and get married (hopefully to a woman) and have more babies! There are those Tards, however who fight the urge and somehow end up still at mom and dad’s house well into their 30’s… I think personally these are the kids that had to wear a helmet, nut cup, elbow and knee pads every time they left the front door. It causes brain damage to be coddled and protected that much. A kid needs a couple of good shots to the nads and needs to fall off his bike and brain himself a few times to be normal! They also need caring fathers to tell them to man up and stop with all the crying nonsense and get back out there into the action and quit being a baby!
I honestly don’t know which was funnier to me: Buttercups cute giggles or that my husband piped in from across the room with “who’s that counting in Japanese?” when he had NO idea what I was watching.