July 25th, 2008

putercat

Felis fotogenicus

Cuthbert likes to go out in the morning and skulk in the peonies by the fence where he can observe all that passes and remain unseen. Besides, it's shady in there. Well, I went out to fetch him today and saw him peering out from behind the foliage. I tried to get a picture of him so doing, but he emerged for a better closeup.

You can see why they call it a "pride" of lions, huh.


In the jungle, the mighty jungle In the jungle, the mighty jungle
we-meow-weh

aha

Boomer humor

I was standing in line at the grocery checkout this afternoon. The guy in front of me was about my age. The cashier was a thirty-ish young man. The conversation went like this:

Cashier (to Other Guy): That'll be twenty-five sixty-four.
Me (to no one in particular): Does anybody really know what time it is?
Cashier: Huh?
Me (turning to Other Guy, indicating Cashier): Wrong Generation.
Other Guy (receiving change): Does anybody really care?

We both smiled and left the cashier utterly bewildered.