Monday, November 13, 2006
Look what the cat dragged in...
I'm a little upset.
A while ago I posted a link to a terribly entertaining website wherein cat owners dress up, pile on or find other means of feline humiliation, document it on film and then submit it to the internet for all to giggle. It's awesome. It has not ceased to entertain me in the slightest and I've been going nearly every day for months.
Several weeks ago I, too, decided to get in on the fun and costume-molest my cat. We are a two-fur-baby home here.
So back to humiliation: I submitted the pictures to the website and was told it might be 2-3 weeks, due to a backlog of cat owners all trying to humilitate their cats at the same time. It's been over 3 weeks now and no dice -- and I honestly cannot fathom that he didn't make some sort of website-cuteness-cut. I blame it on that crazy week my email decided to vacation elsewhere and I wasn't ever really sure that anything was actually coming or going with regards to my inbox. Maybe I should resend. I'd hate to seem desperate to the dressing-up-my-cat-picture-website-guy.
In the meantime, why deny you good people the pictures of my cat's abject humilation?! Sadly, it wasn't nearly as humilitating as it might seem. He was happily purring like mad the entire time.
I give you: Bernini, beloved cat and part-time pirate.
A while ago I posted a link to a terribly entertaining website wherein cat owners dress up, pile on or find other means of feline humiliation, document it on film and then submit it to the internet for all to giggle. It's awesome. It has not ceased to entertain me in the slightest and I've been going nearly every day for months.
Several weeks ago I, too, decided to get in on the fun and costume-molest my cat. We are a two-fur-baby home here.
- Our youngest is Hershey (aka: Squirts (we're really gross and juvenile around here) and The Black Bitch). Weighing in at under 8 pounds, this one year old is a man-loving, woman-hating elitist. And though she is precious and loving (at least to the Betrothed), she doesn't put up with any bullshit. Ever. Not even for food. Well, sometimes for food.
- My first born, Bernini (aka: Bernino, Neeners, Wiener, "The Grey Ghost" and Tub-Of-Love), is a 3 year old, 18 pound angel who, though I don't believe has ever missed a meal, has managed to escape having any real good sense in his noggin. He will do anything if it means he could potentially get a chin-scratch or a belly tossle. And it.is.adorable. Com'on, his favorite position is being held like a baby. Seriously, he was, clearly, the most likely candidate for feline internet fame and glory. (Though embarassing The Bitch might do wonders for our continued battle for Alpha-Female around here, I still try to maintain some semblance of a relationship with her because, let's face it, as cat owners, we seek their eternal approval. So I left her alone.)
So back to humiliation: I submitted the pictures to the website and was told it might be 2-3 weeks, due to a backlog of cat owners all trying to humilitate their cats at the same time. It's been over 3 weeks now and no dice -- and I honestly cannot fathom that he didn't make some sort of website-cuteness-cut. I blame it on that crazy week my email decided to vacation elsewhere and I wasn't ever really sure that anything was actually coming or going with regards to my inbox. Maybe I should resend. I'd hate to seem desperate to the dressing-up-my-cat-picture-website-guy.
In the meantime, why deny you good people the pictures of my cat's abject humilation?! Sadly, it wasn't nearly as humilitating as it might seem. He was happily purring like mad the entire time.
I give you: Bernini, beloved cat and part-time pirate.