Sunday, July 7, 2013

Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Unsolicited Assistance Edition

RILEY:  Alright.  Here goes.  From now on, I'm gonna be dainty as hell.

MOONDOGGIE:  Z-Z-Z-z-z-zuh?  Did I just hear...daintiness?

MOONDOGGIE:  Hey!  You being dainty over there?
RILEY:  Ignore him...Game face...Game face...!

MOONDOGGIE: What?  I'm helping!  I'm like...her life coach.

5 comments:

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

I would dearly love to see Riley interacting with the most-ornery little-boy-cat BRAT on earth, my James Dammit Lewis Henry DeLaughter Beattie... I would hope that she'd skeer the living shit out of him and make him start EATING again!

And Moondoggie... would be the perfect hang-buddy/playmate for Big Yellow, aka "Bob." Same mellow faces, similar fur, and those wide, "innocent"/"simple-minded" eyes... heh heh heh... they lie with those eyes, THEY know that they're not stoopid, but they still think that they can pull the ol' Brer Rabbit on us...

Poor little Penny, the malnourished-to-fuck-and-back black girl with the face of a pissed-off ferret, and battle scars from tip to tail... she could definitely use a female friend, if Riley keeps up this "daintiness" trend... Sooooo, how many do y'all want to adopt, Mary?

Hee hee hee...

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

***OOOPS!!!!!***

Sorry, Scott... heh. You must be wearing that necklace that I made you... heh heh heh... hence the confusion... hee hee hee...

Anonymous said...

Riley don't need no coach. She got that dainty thang going on like a Boss.*
Suezboo

* I keep slipping into various dialects. It may be mental deterioration. Sigh.

Li'l Innocent said...

Hey, they ain't no mental deterioration 'round here. Nossir.

Annti, my sister, that's one of the best long-form cat names I've seen ever.

Now to photo business. Moondoggie is NOT sleeping in that 2nd shot, he's washing his paw. And if that's not dainty, I don't know what is. Could any of us apes do it and look that good*. I think not.

*It's the fur. The day that pre-humans decided to go fur-free was the beginning of a long, sad, downward slope, in every respect.

Anntichrist S. Coulter said...

Thanks, Li'l!!!

Here's the breakdown on "James Dammit Lewis Henry DeLaughter Beattie" --- "James Dammit!" from my grandmother's remarkably limited arsenal of cuss words, used in addressing my Papa/grandfather whenever he was doing something that annoyed Nannie.
"James Lewis" is from a Brother Dave Gardner comedy bit: "James Lewis! James Lewis! Getcher self away from that there wheelbarrah! YOU KNOW YOU DOESN'T KNOW NOTHIN' 'BOUT MACHINE'RY!"
"James Henry DeLaughter" was my Papa's full name, though I never usually publish that part of the name, since I've got distant and severely-snotty FIRST-Baptist-type so-called relatives in Nawth Mizzippi who are of the snotty-as-fuck suing kind. And "Beattie," 'cause he's MY CHIRREN.

Fun for me all around!