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Riley: ZZZzzzz — Huh?  What…the hell is he…?

Riley: Great.  Just great.  I lay down for a nap and I wake up a Pushmi-Pullyu.

12 Responses to “Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Dr. Doolittle Edition”

Even as a kid, I wondered how the Pushi Pullyu went to the bathroom. Think about it…but not for TOO long.

Riley in heat, Moon been fixed. Explains Riley’s expression.

Riley in heat, Moon been fixed. Explains Riley’s expression.

Riley has been fixed too, actually.

Indignation is the only explanation for her expression.

I thought that they were BOTH fixed… I’m actually jealous as hell of Biddy (who, since the psychotic attack on her brother last night, as been damned near ENSCONCED IN MY ASS), because SHE never hadda go through puberty, nor does she ever have to endure heat/periods/PMS. She gets to be bossy, moody & bitchy all on her own.

SIMULTANEOUS POSTING! Cut that out, Mary! Heh.

P.S.: Riley’s going to sleep through a nuclear war, isn’t he. Under train tracks, police sirens, everything, I bet. Lucky bastard.

How do you get them to do this? My two can’t tolerate each other’s presence. There’s always some kind of dust-up if the younger one impinges on the elder one’s space.

At least it’s not a Feline Centipede.

Ah, Mr. 212, I was very glad I did not have anything in my mouth when I read that.

It could be worse; one could wake up grafted to a Yankees fan.

It could be worse; one could wake up grafted to a Yankees fan.

Behind a Phillie fan.

Don’t diss Yankee fans. Yankee fans hate George Steinbrenner, and anybody who hates Steinbrenner can’t be all bad. (When he died, I kept picturing Ruth and Mantle waiting for him at the gates of Hell, bats in hand…)

For on the blog site from time to time does not work.

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