Thursday, May 28, 2009

Year of the Cat

Man, I don't know what's been going on around here. That's probably because everything is hazy from all that meat and lack of sleep.

You can only take so many of those late night attorney recruitment tv adverts for the "working men" who were lucky enough to get mesothelioma or black lung or a slip and fall one of those other lucrative yet medically difficult to disprove diseases.

But when I heard about Flying Kitties, panic ensued.

I'm still terrified of the Flying Monkeys from the Wizard of Oz. And that was when I was eight.

Once there are tabbies taking to the wild blue yonder, the Animal Conspiracy will be in full swing. Those recon squirrels will seem like a long lost brother when the animals have air superiority thanks to their platoons of Sky Kitties. And will a squad of Siamese cats, yell "Purra Purra Purra" when they dive bomb us?

At least they'll be less bird poop on cars.

Now I gotta go start planting some catnip. It's our only defense.


Roxrocks said...

You gotta lay off the smoker, dude!

foundinidaho said...

Wow, I'm not the only one who was scared of the flying monkeys! I used to have dreams after every year of watching it that vampires were after me - and the Partidge Family.

I know. I was smoking too much weed too, except I wasn't. I was only, like, five years old.