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Not-Friday Cat Blogging

Posted by Realist on March 17, 2007 – 5:41 pm

That is Fergus again. Fergus is trying to hump a throw pillow on my bed. Yup, a humping cat. And yup, he’s been “fixed,” although he doesn’t seem to realize it. As soon as I can figure out how to do mpgs with my camera, I’ll post it to YouTube or something. Is it kitty porn if he’s fucking an inanimate object?

From Salon: Chris Rock thinks the country may be ready for Barack Obama (right) to move into the Oval Office, telling Life magazine, “It’s ready for a retarded president, why wouldn’t it be ready for an African American president?” (Life via Drudge) …

UPDATE: I just realized that the excerpt from Salon says “…Barack Obama (right)…” and I certainly should’ve removed the designation “(right)” ’cause Fergus the humping cat (right) is definitely NOT Barack Obama. My apologies to Mr Obama. ~LPF


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  1. 1. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    At this point in Pt.2 of The Great Cat-Herding Adventure, I’d take ol’ horny Fergus over these batshit ferals, ANY DAY. At least Fergus doesn’t despise ALL humans.

  2. 2. Anntichrist S. Coulter Said:

    BTW, LPF — did I ever tell of the many incidences of The World’s Only Obese Jack Russell having molested the pillows on the guest-room bed? She generally uses that little twin bed as her “day room,” where she retreats for her beauty rest throughout her very wearisome days.

    But every once in a while, she gets to feeling randy (she was spayed at a very young age, b/c the Fallen Uterus bought into that old wives’ tale about Jack Russells “always” losing their first (sometimes second) litter, and the F.U. didn’t want her to go into post-natal depression the way that Pookie did after her litter.

    Ignoring, of course, the other major factor in that dog’s months of terrible depression (she almost starved herself to death) was that the cat who’d raised her from a puppy, Simon, sudddenly “disappeared” out there in the woods.

    Anyway, while Pookie never did, to my knowledge, hump furniture or soft mercantile, her successor Puddin’ still has the fetish. If I ever get the chance, I’ll try to get you a picture of her in flagrante pillow!

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