RILEY: (Sigh) I can't believe this...
RILEY: He's in my chair! Again!
RILEY: Hey! Biped! Get him out of my--
RILEY: Oh. There you are.
RILEY: Would you look at that? Now he's just flaunting it...!
RILEY: This sucks. I'm too depressed to even puke a furball into your dress shoes that you won't find till your birthday...
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Oh Riley, you are so oppressed in a house full of furniture and drapery.
Nobody relaxes like Moondoggie.
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I love Riley and Moondoogie. The captions to their pictures is quite the happy bonus!
Looks like we have the same Mission style leather-covered armchair! Our 18-lb. Maine Coon Cat, Fred, likes to stretch out on the arm, too, although in his case it's more of a balancing act ...
I can't decide which is more perfect: Riley the Jellicle Cat and Moondoggie, or your captions.
When Chester-the-cat would stretch out in Peanut-the-cat's "spot" (very similar chair, leather with wood arms) she would sit and STARE at him. And STARE. And STARE. Until Chester couldn't stand it anymore, and he'd get up, streeetch, then amble over to the food dish to see if any Friskies' had magically appeared there. And Peanut would take her rightful spot, which was on the back/top of the chair. Many is the time she'd dig her claws into my shoulders, and meow! very crossly, when I sat up/put the chair back too quickly. Sigh.
I am sooooo coming back as one of these two in my next life... Riley is, of course, the evil genius Brain, and Moondoggie is the ever-relaxed, mellow-and-happy Pinky, who undoubtedly frustrates Riley on a daily basis when it comes to taking over the world.
Moonie has it soooo good, being so mellow & silly & hogging every sunbeam, and Riley DOES have all of that stress, being the Brains of the operation, but then, she IS so eloquently-spoken and so obviously emotive... Tough choice. Narf!
The work of the Brain is never done. It is made no easier by having constantly to monitor messages from the Outer Colonies coming in thru her whiskers.
I'd love to know the frequency that she's picking-up those signals on, just to listen with a baby monitor, since I can't swing a CB anymore, don't even have my whip anymore... I'd give ANYTHING to hear Teh Brain/Riley's voice --- obviously, not really a female Orson Wells, but mebbe a cross b/n Body Heat/Romancing The Stone-era Kathleen Turner, with the biting Yankee diction of Katherine Hepburn & Bette Davis... Though the Outer Colonies, are, obviously, a crap-shoot...
Keep raising hell, Prez --- hope to one day make it back up to your neck o' the woods, and if so, will TOTALLY bring you all of the purdies that I've had siting here for 3 or more YEARS because they keep GOING UP ON THE DAMNED POSTAGE RATES every damned FISCAL QUARTER!
I know that I've got yer mailing addy around here SOMEWHERE, so you never know I might hit the damned Powerball and be able to send all of yer past prezzies AND improve on 'em with new stuff!
How in the hell did THIS comment get copied into THIS thread, when it's already published in the ABOVE thread for Preznit's birfday?!?!? Am *I* ***that*** fucking senile, or is Blogger fucking with me again?
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