Friday, April 18, 2014


Oh, I know.  You've been waiting with bated breath.  You didn't really thing I'd forget, did you?  Here goes.

The next one is for the old-timers.  Like me.

For the dog-lovers out there . . .

And for those of you who still think I may have given up my long love of cats, I give you the Moon Cat . . .

"I don't need no stinkin' space suit!"

(An aside: to those of you who would have spelled it "baited breath", here is why you're wrong.  At least for the moment.)

Aaaaaannnnnd that's all, folks.  Have a great slap-happy weekend and a hammy Easter.


Tom said...

I must confess that I never cease from admiring how knowledgeable you are. I did not know that cats lived on the moon, and without a space suit. At least there's plenty of cheese to eat.

Steve said...

A good one to you and the family.

Stephen Hayes said...

With all that cheese on the moon there must be mice around someplace for that cat to eat.

Val said...

The moon is just one big litter box.

If "bated" is changed to "baited" I will stamp my foot and shake my fist at the sky and give it my best Nancy Kerrigan, "WHYYYYY?" Then I will take my rotary phone out of storage (Dad worked for Southwester Bell, perhaps you've heard of it) and slam down the receiver.

I certainly hope VOILA is not changed to WALA, simply because the young whippersnappers think that's the way to spell it.

Thérèse said...

I love the "cheese parts" in the comments.
Happy Easter!