i used to have a Siamese cat. He was not your average Siamese in that he was incredibly friendly and really social. One thing he never really handled very well was being locked up when the family went off on vacation. He'd meow himself hoarse while at the vet, and a week later i'd wind up giving him yogurt while he reminded me of his displeasure with the feline equivalent of Barry White. (Seriously, the cat had a passion for yogurt rivaled only by his near unnatural love for garlic.)
i'm reminded of this whenever i am recovering from a head cold. Mostly because i too wind up sounding quite a bit like Good Mr. White. Well, without the general "cool" factor that he had.
- Oh, Baby, when i look into your eyes, i feel the love that i can only feel when watching professional curling.
See? It really doesn't work. More like the polar opposite of "cool". You know, just like the planet, where you've got one pole that incredibly cool, and then you go to the completely wrong pole and wind up somewhere equatorial.
Doesn't mean i can't try, though.
- Can't get enough of your farm future reports, Baby…
Oh, man, this is kinda sad. i'm totally out cooled by a dead cat.
- Oh, we, oh, we better, girl try…
Try to get a really good deal at IHOP, baby.
Ok, i'll stop now.
Possibly because i feel like i might be coughing up a hairball soon.
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I often feel outdone by a dead cat.