Sunday, December 1, 2013

The Pressures Of Being All Creative Like

I just saw two cat pictures of Brother Simon on the Facebooks and as usual I see NO cats without running them through the caption filter in my brain. This is what I came up with. I have a policy of just going with my first story instincts and this is what popped out. I hope it meets with approval because I like Simon and he has been very kind to the Cave of Cool over the years. He is one of my European agents and you know how progressive and free thinking those guys are. They just don't hurt my brain because we can all first agree that guns are bad and music is good. From there any conversation is not such a CHORE!


 
I don't even know the names of these two gorgeous kitties so I probably got their personalities entirely wrong. But that is what I do. I am an artist. I interpret what I see for the larger mass audience who wouldn't know funny if they sat on a cowpie. Yeh, I said COWPIE. Deal with it.
 

3 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

And you suffer for your art, I know you do.

Kal said...

SUFFER...with a pain only my enemies should know (said in the accent of a New York Jewish Bubbie.)

Simon B said...

Chicken wings? They wish...

I love your captions, O Cool One! Thanks for giving our cats the international exposure that will probably lead to further megalomania :-)

By the way, the regal-looking black cat is Hero and the trouble-seeking tabby is his nemesis Jasper. Jasper is currently sitting in my chair by the computer, forcing me to type this on my knees. They always win...

Simon ( cerebus660 )