Thursday, July 17, 2008

 

Erudite kittehs!



Eames perusing some of her daddy ER's research materials on the Plains Indian wars in the months immediately after Custer and his men were massacreeed at the Little Big Horn.








Ice-T boning up on the Reformation and early-modern European history.


--ER

Comments:
Cat person.
 
Am not a cat person.

My cats are ... people cats!
 
Sorry, dude, but anyone who photographs their cats while said felines are wallowing all over their work is a cat person. Rather than, say, get angry and toss said feline out of a fourth floor window in to a pen full of rottweilers, you sit there, think to yourself, "Aw, isn't that cute," whip out your cell phone and snap away.

I can say this because I used to do this while our cats perches themselves on our computer keyboard while Lisa or I were busy working.

ER is a cat person! ER is a cat person! (Imagine repeating this in a sing-song, school-yard taunting kind of way)
 
(Hands over ears)

Lalalalalalalala -- can't hear you! -- lalalalalala~!

L and OL.
 
There, there, ER. It's not THAT bad on the other side now, is it??
 
Still thinking on you being converted. It's interesting how Bird "found" those two cats, yet she lives with two dogs and NO cats in Houston. What's up with that?? ;)
 
Well, as Bird said, "God gave us a cat." Then she said, "God gave us another cat."

Of course, Bird uses the term "us" loosely. :-)
 
And I am not converted. I'm like a 1950s-era liberal Southerner, in a similar social context.

I don't like cats. But I like the cats I know. ... Some of my best friends are cats ... :-)
 
LOL!

You're too funny!
 
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