Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka “I-MEOW”).
According to my copy The Torah, we are told that Yom Kippur is observed by posting photos of cats. However, seeing as how Right Wing Duck and Harvey are off giggling in the corner and there’s the stench of Liquid Paper coming from my Torah, I think there’s some malfeasance afoot.
Anyway, it’s time for Nardo, World Traveler:
If you’re not sure how this absurd scene pertains to IMAO, since IMAO is famous for that “political humor” thing, it doesn’t. If you must have some semblance of politics or humor in everything you read here, just assume that Nardo is… um…
Help me out here. Make your suggestions in the comments how this scene is, in fact, a political allegory.
And then light a candle in memory of someone you lost.
Oh, and have some donuts. At least try one of them. It’s not like one will hurt you.
You can find more examples of Friday catblogging by searching a blog search engine such as Technorati for “catblogging.”
You can also find a roundup of catblogging posts at The Friday Ark, located at The Modulator blog.
Then, when the weekend is nearly over, head over to The Carnival of the Cats for more kitty goodness.
There’s also Flickr Groups called Furry Friday and Friday Catblogging.
Anybody I miss?
“I Nardo claim this bed on behalf of all Catdome.” “Just as soon as my staff gets here we can begin the standard fawning and groveling which you humans find so soothing, (that’s you fawning and groveling), and don’t forget my catnip mouse, two legger.”
“Hello…Travelocity?…I booked a King and they gave me a double. While I’ve got you on the line…do you have a recipe for gnome stew?”
LS – How’s your Mom?
I am the only one who thinks “catblogging” is getting old… fast?
How could it possibly be getting old fast when I’ve been doing it here for a year?
It’s only dull when people don’t exercise their minds to caption the situation.
So go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, and call yourself a worthless sack of crap.
Oh, and what’s with the live.com address? I swear, fifty posts about Britney Spears on a registered domain is better than the most relevant topical analysis on a live.com address. Live.com is for people who think LiveJournal is too deep, MySpace is too crowded, and Blogspot is too stable.