My cat just said Mom.
Honest to God, I was ignoring his normal noises, then he said, "Ma-am." And he's staring right at me. Hubby heard it too, he turned around and said, "Did he just say Mom?" He has never made that noise before, it's outside his normal repertoire of noises. Honestly, he quacks.
If he develops an opposable thumb, I'm finished.
Hee. I don't want my cat to say Mom. I get enough of that already.
I am convinced that (some) cats speak english. They're not supposed to but sometimes it slips out. Once my sister Meg said something to Annie the cat that she didn't hear and Annie said, "what?" when Meg said, "did you just say what?" Annie replied, "meee ow."
A story for the Empress:
Ok, so my brother was here just now talking about Edwards picking Howard Dean's campaign guy(which I knew vaguely, but really A. is much more about the nuts and bolts than I) and how so many of those guys are losers. I said "Toby Ziegler lost five campaigns before he and Bartlet found each other, and he wasn't a loser."
And I was feeling all "Touche'" and shit for about a minute before I thought "That was a TV show, you idiot."
FWIW...
My cat just said Mom.
I've read this book before....
Hee. I totally understand. Haven't posted with you in about forever, Erika. My cousin that lives in Phoenix was visiting the other day and I came close to telling her I had a friend that lived there, then didn't want to try and explain since she just bought a computer and really wasn't ready. So how are you? A/C holding up?
Yeah, still glad I replaced that one two years ago, even if I'm in debt now.
It's taken Mom a long time to get used to the weird cards with jokes she doesn't understand and drinking glasses and whatnot coming in the mail but now if she doesn't get it, it's a Buffista thing, so it's all good.
Do you think I'd get on a List if I offered Trippi Ziegler-ma?
Finally caught up and saw this:
And, for tommy and any other octopus fans, jewelry!
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Cool. Although for some reason I feel that necklace would best be worn by me with a black turtleneck and Andy Warhol whig.
meara, WOO HOO! I'm so happy for you!
Bourbon for amych, poor thing.
ETA: Laura, whine away. I hate when I lose my personal space, so I can understand why you're feeling put out by that situation.
I am now in Clarinda. Someone save me. Or send lots of alcohol. One of the two. Please!!!!