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I’m off for a consultation with a doctor at the Cedars-Sinai Pain Center to see what, if anything, can be done about my herniated disc, and it’s wholly-owned subsidiary, “Ouch!” I hope to be back later today, but in the meantime, here’s some cat pictures.
Riley:
I can’t stop thinking about Pepsi…! Why? WHY?!
And Moondoggie:
Phew, what a day! I’m too tired to even lick my own junk…
Hey…Can you put that camera down and help a brother out?
Yikes! Kitty Porn!
Clearly I meant Moondoggie! My brain is still dysfunctional.
Is that balls? Do cats have balls like that? I’ve only ever had girl or fixed-boy cats.
To be honest, I have no idea what that is, but I do know…I ain’t getting close enough to find out.
And yes, while Moondoggie is gentle, loving, and a thorough-going goofball good for hours and hours of enjoyment, if there was one thing I could change about him, it would be his tendency to flop onto his back and air out the jewels. Especially when company is over.
Well, with a set like that, who can blame him for wanting to show off! My goodness!
Hope you feel better soon, Scott – though I must say you have been on quite a roll. I’m not sure I want to lose the effects of whatever it is that you’re on!
Good luck, Scott. And pet the kitties for me, provided you can bend over.
We saw the Atlanta World of Coca-Cola today, btw. I too can’t stop thinking about Pepsi, I swear to god there’s not a drop of it in the city limits. Which is fine for me as a Tab drinker, but still weird. If you get the chance to go to the World of Coca-Cola, don’t. It’s creepy. The only actual appeal is the tasting room, where I sampled a beverage flavored with candied pine nuts today. It is apparently popular in Africa. They had four taps serving that, and only one in the whole joint offering Tab. I feel so persecuted. Someone get Janet Folger and Joseph Farrah on the line so I can get pointers on being poutraged…
The Monterey Bay Aquarium was the same way — 90 minutes just to get in the door on a weekday morning. Definitely worth the wait, though. Oddly, the Audubon Aquarium in New Orleans was a piscine ghost town — and this was a year before Katrina.
As for the World of Coke, there’s not a chance in hell I would ever visit it, mainly because I never touch the stuff, but partly because — to be honest — Tab creeps me out. Nothing against the beverage per se, but it reminds me of my mother, who basically lived on Tab and amphetamines, and spent most of my childhood vibrating like a tuning fork.
And when Mary gets home I’ll subcontract her to deliver your pettings to the kitties. I assume you wouldn’t object to a little bit of cronyism under the circumstances…?
hope your back is better
as for moondoggie — wouldnt you lie like that if you could get away with it
Nah, can’t complain. Iala has been abandoned till Sunday, so we’ve been calling the answering machine and talking at it to her. My partner is amazingly tolerant of Teh Silly.
MBay has actually never been that bad when we’ve been there, weird. But as members (whoohoo!) we get to use the members entrance to this one, which means no line. Or did yesterday anyway. The weird thing about the Georgia Aquarium is they make you buy tickets for a specific hour entrance–if you bought tickets for noon to one, you ain’t gettin’ in early. Members can turn up without reservations and be allowed in whenever. That, combined with the two days’ worth of admission and the discount on the behind-the-scenes tour made it worthwhile even though we’re unlikely to ever be back.
As to the World of Coke, I dunno. My beloved and passed on grandmother used to live on the stuff too, so I have fonder memories. The creepiest thing (aside from the weird-ass movie they showed us about what goes on inside a Coke machine) was actually the sense that you were going to run into James Lileks at any moment.
Something to say?
Riley is a complete cat slut, isn’t he?
(That could be the title of a book. The Complete Cat Slut: Everything You Wish You Didn’t Have to Know about Your Feline Friend)
Left by Slywy on June 27th, 2008