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Jun. 28th, 2005 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosFor anybody who wants to see the cats that my parents already have ...
This is Owen. Owen is pretty much a spazz and like to play with women's panties. You know the seagulls in Finding Nemo? That's how Owen responds to panties. One day, I brought him a shopping bag with a new thong in it and when I brought it out, he looked up at it as if I had removed it from the bag to a chorus of Hosannahs and God's bright, shimmering light cascading over it.
Yeah, just like that.
This is Owen again. Owen's a gigantic attention whore.
This is Cooper. (I think ... he and Spence look awfully alike in photos. And in real life. And probably genetically, too, even though they aren't related.) Cooper, as you can see, is dead sexy.
Cooper is named after one of these --
-- which, when my mother has difficulty parking it, can fit neatly into the purse you see in the photo. Yay for cars that make Matchboxes feel gruff and manly!
This is Rudy, who passed away earlier this year. If you could say that my parents have a hospitality representative, that would have been Rudy. He was The Boss. Yes, it requires the capital letters.
This is Spence. (... I think. Again, it could be Coop and I wouldn't know.) Spence wants to tell you something very important. All the bloody time.
I'm pretty sure that's Coop, Owen, and Spence from left to right. Don't quote me on it, though.
This is Simon. Simon likes me a lot, but he feels the need to point out that I'm a rat bastard for leaving him by always ignoring me during my visits until the absolutely last second, at which point it plays like the tearjerker scene in a Mel Gibson movie.
And this is Otis. Otis started out tiny and has now apparently grown to the size of a small love seat. Also, according to my mother, much like the orange monster in the Bugs Bunny cartoons, he's now simply made entirely out of fur.
These are red pandas. My parents don't own any, but they should, damn it, because red pandas are awesome.
This is Owen. Owen is pretty much a spazz and like to play with women's panties. You know the seagulls in Finding Nemo? That's how Owen responds to panties. One day, I brought him a shopping bag with a new thong in it and when I brought it out, he looked up at it as if I had removed it from the bag to a chorus of Hosannahs and God's bright, shimmering light cascading over it.
Yeah, just like that.
This is Owen again. Owen's a gigantic attention whore.
This is Cooper. (I think ... he and Spence look awfully alike in photos. And in real life. And probably genetically, too, even though they aren't related.) Cooper, as you can see, is dead sexy.
Cooper is named after one of these --
-- which, when my mother has difficulty parking it, can fit neatly into the purse you see in the photo. Yay for cars that make Matchboxes feel gruff and manly!
This is Rudy, who passed away earlier this year. If you could say that my parents have a hospitality representative, that would have been Rudy. He was The Boss. Yes, it requires the capital letters.
This is Spence. (... I think. Again, it could be Coop and I wouldn't know.) Spence wants to tell you something very important. All the bloody time.
I'm pretty sure that's Coop, Owen, and Spence from left to right. Don't quote me on it, though.
This is Simon. Simon likes me a lot, but he feels the need to point out that I'm a rat bastard for leaving him by always ignoring me during my visits until the absolutely last second, at which point it plays like the tearjerker scene in a Mel Gibson movie.
And this is Otis. Otis started out tiny and has now apparently grown to the size of a small love seat. Also, according to my mother, much like the orange monster in the Bugs Bunny cartoons, he's now simply made entirely out of fur.
These are red pandas. My parents don't own any, but they should, damn it, because red pandas are awesome.
