Thursday, December 01, 2005

 

Chicks dig cats! Who knew??

Took Ice-T with me last night for a late latte run to Starbucks. First time for me to take him in a vehicle. It'd been three months or so since he'd even been outdoors.

He started out stunned into that feet-tucked, sorta bunched up pose they get when they're cold, sittin' on the console. About half way there, about 2 miles from the house, he relaxed and crawled in my lap to look out the window.

By the time we got to the drive-through, another mile a half or so, he was talkin' to me.

At the drive-through, Ice-T stole the show! The young ladies in the Starbucks came over and made kissy noises at the kitty!

Chicks dig cats! Who knew? I'da been a cat man a long damn time before now!

Sigh. I remember datin' several girls who had cats, and knowin' lots of others. But it never really sank in. They were just critters up with which to put, to me.

Gaah. The white zin and Kenny G tapes I coulda saved on in the '80s!

--ER

Comments:
That last line mighta been TMI. I sorta hung up my R for a few years there. :-)
 
Dr. ER said, "Most erudite females run screaming from Kenny G."
 
As do most true music fans, regardless of sex.

If you think Chicks dig cats, you should try getting a Lhasa Apso doggy...

If I had known when I was single what I know now, I would have had one of my own YEARS ago...

I could have been dead from AIDS by now...
 
Back in our 1980s-90s bar-hoppin' days in Texas, I could never have imagined that it would come to this.

You and your cat tooling over to Starbucks for a latte.

OH, THE HUMANITY...
 
Dr. ER, as with so many other things, is, of course, correct.

I'll tell you another secret about cats: I think a guy who has had cats is a lot better in bed. Hold the obvious double entendres, but learning how to "read" a cat's non-verbal "pet me this way" cues is a really useful skill.
 
Oh, yeah, Dr.B, I totally agree.

You have to know how to tell whether or not you are pleasing the, uhnmn, kitty...

There is a reason that those two words are synonymous...
 
By the way, ER...

You and your arch nemisis, Lone Ranger have both posted about pussy (Cats) tonight.

Coincidence??

I think not...
 
Tug, go sit in the corner.

Lone Range my arch nemi ... nems .. nemi -- arch enemy? I think not.

I and my hard-to-classify kind might be HIS. He does seem to like to be able to pigeonhole people.
 
BTW, the latte was for Dr. ER, thank you.

She is a decaf venti nonfat one-Splenda latte.

I am usually a quad venti mocha (double chocolate and couble espresso), but not at night.

I had a nice manly tall peppermint mocha.
 
My late husband had a well trained cat when he was in college. babe magnet extraordinaire! Considering the reputation cats have, going out with a cat in public shows a man's true comfort with his masculinity level. And that's attractive.
 
I am still the hell over on the last posting, Japan bashing away, and you guys are over here talking lattes and kittys and girls and, for God's sake, Kenny G.. How the dickins are we suppose to re-engineer and save the world if no one can stay on a serious topic more than three hours? I can't adequately play the Minerva with subjects like these.
I like a Venti Latte with 4 splenda myself. :(
 
Miss Cellania, I'd say that's right. But then, Ice-T was a street punk of a cat when he showed up!

Drlobo, you should try one of them quad venti mochas, with a Splenda or two -- that'd keep you goin' for awhile, all right.

And hey, I can talk kitties and Japs at the same time... but right now I am hip deep writing a history of Sallisaw.

A Coveted Redneck point to anyone who can recite the odd Okie doggerel that includes a form of "Sallisaw." (Might be too localized a thing ...)
 
How much is that doggerel in the window.....
Yellow Doggerel.....

Sallisaw---Doggerel--- that means Pretty Boy Floyd.

Now which of all the local verse about Pretty Boy could you be refering to? Woody Guthrie's song only mentions Shawnee, so that can't really be it. Besides would you dare refer to Woody's work as doggerel?
It is probably the one that his biographers love so much. The one scrawel in chalk on a wall:

Stranger Stop and wish me well,
Say a prayer for my soul in Hell,
I was a good fellow, most people said,
Betrayed by a woman dressed in red.
 
On the other hand that's too damn logical for a redneck, erudite or not.
Are you refering to the word play dog of doggerels:
Sally saw Heneryetta waggin' her catoosa.

Sallisaw Heneryetta Wagoner Catoosa
 
That's it! But I learned it:

Sally saw Henryetta waggin' her oolaga!

(Sallisaw, Henryetta, Wagoner, Oolagah.)

Lest you non-Okies think we're nuts, those are Oklahoma towns.

Off to procure more apple cider for the ailing Dr. ER, then to work.
 
The one with Oolagah was,
Sally saw Mary Etta waggin' her Oolaga.

I notice you didn't award me that redneck point. Being Coy?
 
Holy Love County! I'd never thought of putting Marietta in there.

For that, and for knowing what the hell I was talking about, I hereby award you one Coveted Redneck Point.
:-)
 
No, it's a hybrid acronym play on words:

Coveted Redneck Point.

COveted RedNeck POint.

CORNPO.

CORNPO(NE).

CORNPONE!
 
He has a day job?
 
I'll be your huckleberry.
 
I'll match your two guns with my Buntline Special.
 
If you threw in the Pot Co. town of Pink you could have:

Sally saw Henryetta waggin' her pink oolaga!

(Sallisaw, Henryetta, Wagoner,Pink, Oolagah.)
 
!!

Sallisaw Henryetta Wagoner Pink Slick Oolagah!
 
ha! When I finally moved out of an apartment, my son immediately begged for a dog.

why? The first answer, "So I can take it for a walk and pick up girls!"

Wish I'd known this about cats and chicks going ga-ga. Maybe we'd just have a cat now (who pees everywhere) instead of a dog too, (that craps everywhere). I've had many pets, never had such problems house training.
 
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