Love the toon. I had a dog once (eons ago) that loved our vet. When we let her outside - off she would go to the Vet's on her own. She would lay around his office all day and he would call when he was sending her home. My cat...the cat from hell...I have to put her in the cage and no one but me can get her out - she's psycho I tell ya!
Oh, this is so Juno! She rips me to shreds when I get her near the carrier, but she purrs when the vet sticks a thermometer up her ass. I don't get it.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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Love the toon. I had a dog once (eons ago) that loved our vet. When we let her outside - off she would go to the Vet's on her own. She would lay around his office all day and he would call when he was sending her home. My cat...the cat from hell...I have to put her in the cage and no one but me can get her out - she's psycho I tell ya!
Oh, this is so Juno! She rips me to shreds when I get her near the carrier, but she purrs when the vet sticks a thermometer up her ass. I don't get it.
Have you ever HAD the vet do that thermometer thing? Mine warms it with her hands first. That is health care with LOVE.
Mine just lubes it with Vaseline. Still, Juno purrs.
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