RILEY: All right, this is just the sort of presumptuous invasion of personal space up with which I will not put!
RILEY: I can't even tell whose tail is whose anymore -- Begone!
MOONDOGGIE: You
sure about that?
RILEY: Don't be impertinent. Of course I'm--
MOONDOGGIE: Smell my foot...
RILEY: What? I...No, I'm not going to smell your--
MOONDOGGIE: SMELL IT!
MOONDOGGIE: That's right, I just walked all over the dirty laundry. My feet are pure funk and pheromones...
RILEY: (SIGH) I wish I could quit you.
MOONDOGGIE: As long as you've got a nose to smell with, and I've got feet to stink with, we'll always be together.
Trick or treat, smell my feet...
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I know I'm only an anthropoid, with no sensory apparatus worth talking about, but I think cat toes smell lovely. Little perfumed blossoms they are.
ReplyDeleteThunder wins.
ReplyDeleteRiley & Moondoggie - the greatest comic duo since Fry & Laurie.
ReplyDeleteAre you guys OK ? I worry when we hear nothing for a week or so.
Hope you have found something either more lucrative or fun to do with your time.
Suezboo
We're okay, thanks for asking, Suez. I'm just down with a rotten cold and Mary is overwhelmed at work, but I've got a new post in the works for tomorrow. My apologies for letting things slide around here.
ReplyDeleteOh, no need to apologize, hon. I was just concerned.
ReplyDeleteKeep warm and drink plenty of OJ.Get better soon.
Mary works too hard. Isn't it time for the brats to have a holiday - oh, wait Easter should give her a small break.
No pressure from me.
Best.
Suezboo
OK, this was one of the best beast bloggings ever, but it's time for some new pics.
ReplyDeleteAnnti said...
ReplyDeleteI thought that I'd seen one of every kind of foot fetish/paraphilia on earth by now, but damn if your brilliantly-unique cats can't still surprise me!