a picture of Minerva learning how to clean and oil the guns. oh yeah, i’m in the picture too. UPDATE: it’s now a caption contest.
and for the ladies, there’s a cute picture of Frank J with his precious dimples. am i allowed to use the word “precious” here at IMAO?
Is it wise to teach cats how to use firearms? Frank, I’d watch your back.
Sheesh! That place is kind of messy Frank. Maybe it’s the cats that are messing the place up. I wouldn’t stand for it.
Sarahk, looks like yer playing with guns and cats in yer pajamas. Erm… Shouldn’t you be blogging?!
I think the IMAO stylebook calls for more ‘s’s in ‘precious’.
My cat Nardo knows how to use a gun.
Don’t mess with Nardo.
Is that nail polish on Frank’s coffee table?? Teehee!
OH! ORGASM! SarahK has a 1911! (too bad there is a cat in the picture, ha-choo!)
Now, if I was a gun freak with a foot fetish, I would be REALLY happy. But I ain’t. Just guns for me, thanks.
SarahK
This is screaming for a caption contest.
Y’all have a game cube?
Frank plays nintendo?!?
C’mon Frank I thought you were a MAN, get an Xbox and a copy of the playboy game STAT, otherwise it is time to get Sarah a ring and your turn over your manhood credentials.
^_^
Just remember, Frank,
They call you whipped because they’re jealous of you.
Tousled hair, red toenails, red silkies, and firearms?
Day-yam!
Drill Sergeant (sarahk): Gump! Why did you take that weapon apart so quickly, Gump?
Forrest Gump (Minerva): You told me to, Drill Sergeant!
“Make sure to watch how to reassemble the 1911, Bebe. If Frank doesn’t get me my ring soon, I’m going to want you to do the deed. Horatio will never figure this one out!”
“That labrador has chased me up a tree for the last time. Soon the world will know my pain”
Cat “Hmmm I think I should eat one of the parts then hack it up in her shoe. Me and Sid will have a good laugh about that one!”
Oh yes, use the word precious a lot when refering to FrankJ. Heh, heh,…… Bawahahahahahhahaha.
Hey any cat that likes a 1911 can’t be all bad. Of course this now means FrankJ will have to give instruction to his cat also, and it’s very own gun. I’d suggest a Browning Buckmark to get started with.
Minerva’s internal monologue: Thats right. Show me the secrets of your magic. Thus I can cap you for dragging me half-way around the world to this god awful hole and in that damned truck! You shall pay for the injustice! BWAHAHAHAHA! … What? Was that my outloud voice? Oh @#$%@#$%!
Got it! Next time my homey tries to feed me that grool…I’ll bust a cap in his ass…
Yes, I realize that a tighter barrel bushing might enhance accuracy, but I going for increased reliability, smart-alec cat!!
…and when you get good enough at the range, Mister Frank will buy you your own gun. Think about it precious! No more mousies for you–we can go deer hunting! That’s like a REALLY BIG mousie.
((wow, great and all, meow! But I was thinking more along the lines of doing some target practice on that yappy li’l piece of canine excrement on the other side of the back fence, mrow FFFT!!))
Yeah, I don’t think I’d wanted armed cats either. Getting woken at 5am with a roscoe in my ribs by a cat demanding the morning feed would be a real drag….
“If only I had opposable thumbs.”
“We doesn’t need this silly ol’ safety, does we Snuggums?”
Minerva says: Frank thought it was funny when he pee’d on my head. We’ll see who has the last laugh now Mr. Funny Man.
Yes Mr. J, I learned a valuable lesson, now you will learn to dance BI*** I SAID DANCE!!!!!
I think that Frank is trying to tell us that sarahk is the cat’s pajamas.
The deadliest weapon in the world is a kitty and her pistol. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your pistol is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become a dead kitty and then you will be in a world of shit because cats are not allowed to die without permission. Do you understand maggot!
Soooo feminine, yet soooo powerful!
…I see future dead people!
“SarahK, why must I always have to help you learn new stuff? Do you realize I came out knowing how to cover my own pooh?” signed Minerva
Wow! When she bends over like that I can see right down her top.
SarahK wandering how long it would take to disassemble, clean, and reassemble the cat.
I don’t care that you have a gun. I want to be fed. Now.
No kidding, stop a man in his tracks? How about a wild dog?
Minerva! Mommy’s all out of Hoppe’s Number Nine. Be a good little snookums and get me some out of Frank’s bag for me.
OK, I will paint your nails too, right after I finish cleaning Sydney’s hair out of the gun I heart so much. Look how shiny and purrrty it is! I heart cleaning it, but I heart shooting it way more. When is Mr. Wonderful(TM) going to take me out shooting again?
Cinomed
X-box SUCKS! all it is is Halo. Zelda is were its ar dude.
sigh We’re all learning.
SarahK: “Minerva, I know Frank was mean to you last night, but I really need the Slide-stop back now.”
“I’ve told you before minerva, when Chirac passes pull this bit”
“do you think that cats can go down for possesion of firearms?”
“As soon as I get this thing back together again, we’re going to learn a real lesson about where we put hairballs, aren’t we snoogums?”
Cats everywhere are learning to defend themselves. Don’t let this happen to you!
“So then, the next time he pisses on you…”
you look very sweet and beautiful sitting on the floor in red pajamas cleaning a handgun. can[t think of any witty caption.
Frank,
You have one fine woman there.
Not only does she clean her own handguns, but she does it inside and on your carpet!!
In truth, Mrs. Azlib is pretty fine herself, but I have to clean the guns, and always outdoors.
You’ve heard this elsewhere, but you ought to marry her.
Ummm…. anybody notice there’s too many parts there? (GUN parts I mean)