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Aug 27, 2006

Disapproving kittens

These kittens are not pleased.

How! How have you not pleased them!?

They're almost as disapproving as the Famous Disapproving Bunnies.

Hmmm, cute animals on blue again... [shifty eyes] Thanks, Caroline L.

Posted by Meg on August 27, 2006 in Kittens | Permalink

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Oh there's GOTTA be a couch under that. HAS to be. Wobbly 4-weekers!!: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:13 PM

I needed a kitty pic tonight - thanks.: arbed; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:15 PM

I would say not so much disapproving as downright cross. Whatsamatter, kittehs? Don't like your picture taken?: AuntieMame; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:16 PM

Oh, da baybees. Oh, they are not cross. They are just asking....Meeeeh? What's up? Oh, I want them so bad.: Lauri; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:17 PM

Cute lil' blue eyebally eyes!: DH; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:18 PM

They're going through snorgle withdrawls! Poor beebees. No no, it's okay, I can handle the therapy myself. ;): Heather; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:23 PM

Haha Heather... [in my best Urgent Paramedic voice] Charging to 200 millijowls... CLEAR! [*snorg*]: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:25 PM

What must we do to please the cute tiny kittehs? *offers bows, veneration and servitude*: Laura; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:29 PM

Laura sez, "*offers bows, veneration and servitude*" ahem. and tuna. don't forget the tuna. tuna steaks, sil' vous plait. rare.: Account Deleted; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:43 PM

take us to your leader! we need not converse with mere underlings!: chet's momma; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:44 PM

"heeeeey . . . what do you want from us . . . our ears are too small!": DH; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:54 PM

ooooh, I just want to kiss them on the pink patch right above their wee noses. I love the spot where the fur switches direction riight therre. =^o^=: Apophis16; | Aug 27, 2006 at 07:55 PM

These kits are WORRIED. They're whites, and they've been left with the colored towels. The laundry quandry is: where do they run, to keep from running?: Aubrey; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:08 PM

We were nice the first time when we told you we didn't want our picture taken...Now we're gonna hafta get mean-- "NO PICTURES!!!!!": KatB; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:14 PM

They look downright crotchety to me. Crotchety kitteh #1: pshaw! Interns! Crotchety kitteh #2: Sooo not cute! CK1: I disapprove. CK2: Me too, dewd.: ceebs; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:14 PM

oh good one Aubrey.: ka9q's wife; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:37 PM

I, for one, welcome our disapproving kitteh overlords.: kittikin; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:38 PM

Sweet pink and white babies.. what can I do to please you?: caroline; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:43 PM

LOL-- DK on the left reminds me of Anderson Cooper on his Vanity Fair cover pic. http://www.justjared.com/images/2006/05/anderson-cooper-vanity-fair.jpg: ceebs; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:43 PM

Sweet pink and white babies.. what can I do to please you?: caroline; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:44 PM

OMG Ceebs... you're DEAD ON. [chortling]: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:46 PM

(DAMN... now I wish I had some of that face-morphing software!): Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 08:47 PM

You're right ceebs; its Anderson Mew-per! *groan*: Lillith; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:02 PM

or.... Anderson Coo-purrrrrr :-D: ceebs; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:05 PM

Boxcar cat adventure: the catvalescent feral female who's recovering in my storage room got over the large cardboard barrier to the shelving unit, and had found a hidey-hole next to my Christmas decorations box. I'm releasing her tomorrow, so I had to be able to get her back into a carrier for the trip in the morning. (Till today, they've all just lurked in the carrier whenever I poked my head into the room.) No way was I reaching into an enclosed space with a cornered feral, so I had to trap her in my own storage room, complete with tuna as bait in a live animal trap. Within an hour she had come out and got caught in it. Then, I had to transfer her from trap to carrier. Which involved using the squirter I use on my own cats to motivate her to move from the one to the other. She was not best pleased with me.: Laurie C; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:09 PM

Oh, and the white kittens above? Practicing their surly-supermodel disdainful looks. Soon, they will start throwing cell phones at the help for not bringing their milk fast enough.: Laurie C; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:12 PM

"If you call yourself 'paw-parazzi' ONE... MORE... TIME...": jinxtigr; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:17 PM

CEEBS!!! [clutching sides]: Meg; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:17 PM

LC: SweetieDarling - It's pre-show, Fashion Week...waiting for their Fur-sace gowns and for that first exhilirating stride down the catwalk. Ceebs: Anderson "House" Coo-purr??: Aubrey; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:47 PM

Aubrey -- no, that'd be Hugh Laurie. http://tinyurl.com/jdpms: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 09:55 PM

Well, while we're on THAT subject - those are blue eyes of fabulousness! And has anyone ever seen 'A Bit Of Fry and Laurie'? Just out on DVD!: Aubrey; | Aug 27, 2006 at 10:01 PM

...got milk?: Rich Fader; | Aug 27, 2006 at 10:19 PM

Blue - eyes - matching - background!!! *asplode*: Perosha; | Aug 27, 2006 at 10:41 PM

Grouchy bums - they need some treats! And OMG, I had never seen those disapproving bunnehs before. I feel truly admonished!: Driver B; | Aug 27, 2006 at 10:41 PM

CK 1:Is it just me or does this towel smell like wet dog? CK 2:Yep, we got wraped on the dog's drool blankie. CK 1: Great, juust great!: Rafael; | Aug 27, 2006 at 10:48 PM

(scene: a blue towel) Baxter: Oh, jeez, he's doing that thing again. Samuel: What thing? Baxter: The thing. Samuel: WHAT thing? Baxter: That thing he does with his face all scrunched up like that. Samuel: Oh, that's JUST what I need right now. Baxter: And now he'll start making that "oop, oop" noise again. Samuel: Yep, there he goes ... Baxter: What'd I tell you? Samuel: It's pathetic. Baxter: Yeah--okay, mister. "Oop, oop" to you, too. We get it. It's very clever. No, really. Samuel: Yeah, thanks. You can go now. Baxter: Wanker. Samuel: Utterly pathetic. Baxter: This sucks. Samuel: And it doesn't even MEAN anything; that's the part I don't get. Baxter: I can't believe this is happening to me. Samuel: I mean, who says "oop, oop"? Baxter: This isn't at all what I expected. Samuel: He can't just say "hello," like a person? Baxter: How about you? Samuel: How about me what? Baxter: Is it what you expected? Samuel: Is WHAT what I expected? Baxter: THIS! All of it! Everything! Samuel: I specifically requested an ocean view. Baxter: We can start with this thing we've been sitting on the whole morning. Samuel: I distinctly remember writing it on the form: "Ocean view." Baxter: What IS it, anyway? It's disgusting, whatever it is. Samuel: It's about all I CAN remember, actually... Baxter: And what is this color? It's blue -- It looks just like puke. Puke is blue, isn't it? Samuel: Maybe a southern exposure... Baxter: Smells like puke, too. Samuel: ...not too much sun in the afternoon... Baxter: I'll bet you anything it IS puke. Samuel: No, it's not puke. Baxter: Oh, and how would YOU know? Your eyes just opened yesterday. How do YOU know what puke looks like? Samuel: Well... Baxter: Oh, you DIDN'T. Samuel: Sorry. Baxter: Right. Where is it? Samuel: You've been sitting in it since breakfast. Baxter: Oh, man... Samuel: I'm really sorry. Baxter: Well, now I know what the blue thing is for. Samuel: I was hoping you wouldn't notice. It's white; it even matches your fur. Baxter: Oh, thank you for that, at least. It's color-coordinated puke. Very fashionable. Samuel: I'm sorry! I'm saying I'm sorry! Baxter: You know, if someone had told me that I would be sitting here, wiping YOUR puke off my butt, I'd have called the whole thing off. Samuel: Tell me about it. Baxter: This is a complete ripoff. Samuel: I specifically requested an ocean view. Baxter: Oh, stop with the ocean view. Did I get it all? Samuel: Turn around. Let me see. Baxter: Is it gone? Samuel: It's kinda hard to tell, because ... WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Baxter: What? Samuel: THAT! Baxter: WHAT?! Samuel: You have a ... THING ... sticking out of your butt! Baxter: Oh, that. Samuel: It's long, and hairy. It's a long, hairy ... thing. Baxter: I found that last night. I don't know what the hell it is. Samuel: Well, tuck it away. It's creepy. Baxter: You've got one, too. Samuel: You're lying. Baxter: See for yourself! Samuel: I can't see it! Baxter: Hold still! Samuel: WHERE IS IT?! Baxter: HOLD STILL, WILL YA? There. You see it now? Samuel: Well, what's it supposed to do? Baxter: I have no idea. But if I think about it, it starts moving all by itself. Samuel: Oh, this is just too weird. Baxter: I don't think they covered any of this during the orientation lecture. Samuel: I don't even remember GOING to an orientation lecture. Baxter: You were sitting right next to me. Samuel: I fell asleep halfway through. All I remember was that I... Baxter: ...specifically requested an ocean view. I know. Samuel: Well, all right -- how much do YOU remember? Baxter: Not too much. They make it that way on purpose. We're supposed to forget it as we start to adjust, I think that's what the lady said. It's a transitional thing, so we don't freak out. Samuel: Needs work. Baxter: No kidding. Samuel: So what's Oop Oop doing? Baxter: I don't know. He's been going in and out of that thing all morning. Samuel: Why? What's out there? Baxter: Come on, let's check it out. Samuel: I don't know, we'd better stay here. Baxter: Oh, stop worrying. Oop Oop's doing it, so how dangerous can it ... OWWW! Samuel: You okay? Baxter: SON OF A ... Samuel: What! Baxter: I HIT SOMETHING! Samuel: Told you not to do that. Baxter: I can't see it, but I hit it! Samuel: Hold on. Let me see. Baxter: Am I bleeding? Samuel: Let me see, will you? No ... no, you're all right. Baxter: It's like there's nothing there, and then ... POW! Samuel: Yeah, right. Baxter: You don't believe me? Touch it. Samuel: All right, I will. Baxter: There. See? Samuel: None of this makes any sense at all. Baxter: I wonder if they covered this in the lecture. Samuel: You don't remember? Baxter: I ... I can't anymore. Samuel: So we can't go out there, then? Baxter: I guess not. Samuel: It's so pretty, too. Baxter: Wait. Samuel: I wonder what it is? Baxter: It's a ... garden. Samuel: Now, how do you know that? Baxter: She told me. Samuel: Who told you? Baxter: SHE did. It was just before the thing happened, it was the last thing I remember. Samuel: I don't remember that. Baxter: You were still asleep. They were taking us from the orientation room, and we passed through this place, and there were all these beautiful shapes everywhere I could see, all the way up to the sky. Samuel: Whoa. Baxter: And everything was moving around -- back and forth, up and down, around in circles, and it was like everything was every color, all at the same time. Samuel: You couldn't wake me up for this? Baxter: And I remember looking at every little thing as fast as I could, trying to drink it all in while there was time. Every shape, every color, the way everything moved and made different patterns in the light. I wanted to carry it all in my head. It was really important at the time. Samuel: Why? Baxter: Because I thought I'd never see anything that beautiful again. Samuel: Guess you were wrong, weren't you? Baxter: No, this was better. The colors were so strong, and they were glowing. I ... I could feel them on my face, and ... hear them in my head. I could even taste them, that's how powerful they were. Samuel: You really need to wake me up next time. Baxter: And as she was picking me up, that's when I asked her what it was. And she didn't answer right away, she just kept smiling at me, like ... like she was trying to be polite and pretend she didn't hear me. Like I was some kind of an idiot for even asking. Samuel: You gonna be okay, man? Baxter: And then she let me go, and something started pulling at me, and all I could think was: I didn't want to go yet. I had to know what it was called, because I thought that if I had a name for it ... I would hear the name, and it would bring it all back. Samuel: Wow. Baxter: ... and I was trying to hold onto something, but there was nothing to hold onto, and I could feel something grabbing at me, pulling me harder and harder, and she just kept staring at me with that stupid expression on her face, and her mouth open like she was going to say something. And ... and I was begging her, please, please ... let me remember. I need to remember. Samuel: You're shaking, man... Baxter: And just before -- JUST before ... she said "it's a garden." And then I woke up here. Samuel: Jeez. Baxter: I know. Samuel: On second thought, maybe it's better I slept through that. (they stare out in silence for a few moments.) Samuel: Did she say anything else? Baxter: Did who say anything else? Samuel: The lady. Baxter: What lady? Samuel: The lady you were just telling me about. Baxter: I don't remember telling you about a lady. I don't even remember a lady. Samuel: I could have sworn you told me. She told you about the ... what did you call it? Baxter: It's a garden. Samuel: Right. Garden. Baxter: It's a garden. Samuel: Got it. Baxter: It's a garden. It's a garden. It's a garden. Samuel: Okay, thanks! It's a garden; I think we've sorted that out now. Baxter: There's got to be some way to get out there. Samuel: I think it looks fine from right here. It's perfect. Baxter: If Oop Oop can do it, it's got to be possible. Samuel: ... and I specifically requested a garden view.: Not That Mike The Other Mike; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:34 PM

WHUT the...??? [dons reading glasses] [mostly for effect] [scrolls up]: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:35 PM

Whoa, Other Mike. Fry & Laurie as kittens. Nice. (And LONG! I can't remember if I *ever* had that kind of attention span... Bravo, brah!) Kind of a far cry from this, eh? http://mike.brailer.info/writing/: Theo; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:50 PM

They don't look disapproving to me, they look downright unhappy. Poor little kitties! (Maybe this belongs in "Cute Or Sad?"): acelightning; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:53 PM

I really need to update that web site.: Not That Mike The Other Mike; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:53 PM

Not That Mike, that was brilliant. Will you marry me?: Tsitsi; | Aug 27, 2006 at 11:56 PM

(w00t! NTMTOM *scores*!!): Theo; | Aug 28, 2006 at 12:00 AM

HOLY MCSHIZZLE! [Dons reading glasses with Teho] Now, let's see what do we have here?! LOL!: Meg; | Aug 28, 2006 at 12:02 AM

Awwwww. Poor sad lil' kittehs. Don't be so sad, you're so cute, y'know that?: Subhangi; | Aug 28, 2006 at 12:43 AM

Hey NTMTOM! How about THAT! [does a silly heerleader dance] Yooooooooo MIKE! Gooooooooo MIKE!: Subhangi; | Aug 28, 2006 at 12:48 AM

Golly! Was it Open Mike Sunday?: Aubrey; | Aug 28, 2006 at 01:06 AM

Jeez, OK, let's see... *I'm* still up because I'm rebuilding a database server before business hours resume. Subhangi's up because it's *daytime* in India. And Meg's got a big crunch day tomorrow (er... today). So Aubrey -- why are *you* up? And ON, fer crysakes.: Theo; | Aug 28, 2006 at 01:17 AM

(...aaaaand the answer, of course, is Aubrey *isn't* up.) (ding-a-ding-dang razza frazzin database server): Theo; | Aug 28, 2006 at 01:36 AM

Luckily Meg has picked a suitable pic as usual.

Its a bit off topic but with the weekend with (to the hokey cokey)
They put their photo in
They take their photo out
in, out and moaning all about
Stress out Meg
oh £^%$**%*
oh £^%$**%*

I think we need to thank Meg big time, As I lack Siamese kittens trained in Catsu to provide Meg with a well deserved neck and shoulder massage, a big thank you and hug will have to do.

Dewi: Dewi CasGwent; | Aug 28, 2006 at 01:57 AM

Budget (if that's your REAL name), even *I* can't find the words to express how much that sucks.: Not That Mike The Other Mike; | Aug 28, 2006 at 02:08 AM

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