Archive for the ‘Animalitos’ Category

May
12
2010

Crude

by Andrea

In second grade, a boy in my class named Colin told me that BP stood for “Big Penis”. I had a feeling that was incorrect, and I was right– it stands for British Petroleum. And yet, lo these many years later, I hear “BP” and think “Big Penis”, and in light of recent events, that seems fair.

I would make an inappropriate pun about how BP is boning the Gulf but my mom reads this blog.

Ah yes. Offshore drilling is a fantastic idea.

I can’t look at the pictures of the animals without crying. Why should they suffer because of unmitigated human greed? Sorry for a depressing post but I’m depressed about this.

And looking into adopting a pelican. Or something.

May
10
2010

In which I go “there”

by Andrea

My cat, Tobias von Snicklefritz, being the delicate flower that he is, will not use a litter box that is anything less than pristine. So what happens when the litter box is less than pristine? Some cats will relieve themselves near the litter box. Not Toby. Toby is a statement pooper.

The other day, Toby left a little coprolite in the middle of the kitchen floor. It’s the cat equivalent of a snarky memo:

ATTN: All

Some people have been less than fastidious in their doodie duties. I trust this issue will be rectified immediately. If not, there will be repercussions.

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Sometimes Toby even makes it personal, like the time he got mad at Kurt and pooped on his laundry. (I still crack up just thinking about it.)

You can pretend to be horrified all you want, but admit it: haven’t you ever wanted to express yourself with a well-placed poopie? If Toby had a larynx, I’m sure he would tell you that it’s very effective.

Apr
13
2010

Negotiation

by Andrea

Kiska was at the back door, bark, bark, barking. I finally got up to let her in, even though Kurt should have, since he was, you know, closer to the door.

Andrea: Daddy won’t let you in but I will.

Kurt: Daddy won’t let you in because Daddy doesn’t give in to terrorists.

Mar
29
2010

How to dress for a robbery

by Andrea

Ok, so here’s one thing I don’t get: dressing babies up. Unless you’re dressing them up like animals, which is funny. Another exception is dressing baby boys up like college professors, which is adorable and funny.

But seriously. Jewelry for babies? Imagine trying to explain that one in the emergency room.

“The x-ray shows a tiny bracelet caught in the small intestine.”

“Well you see doc, even though she can’t walk yet, I thought she needed a charm bracelet. And earrings. And high heels.”

Here’s another thing I don’t understand: attaching ginorm flowers to a baby’s head. I mean, a bow or a headband? Fine. But when the flower or marabou pouf is bigger than the baby’s face? It’s ridiculous. Also, it might result in lopsided neck muscles. Or self-esteem issues. You know all the other babies are laughing.

I know this criticism is a little rich coming from a childless woman with an entire dresser drawer devoted to dog clothing. But my dogs are A: not human infants, and B: um… I got nothing. There’s no excuse for dressing my dogs in seasonally themed outfits, other than that it’s funny and I get a kick out it. Besides, they don’t mind.

See? They love it.

This is all precipitated by reading the blog of a girl I know who posted photos of her newborn wearing a tutu, a headflower, and several items of jewelry. I feel comfortable writing about this publicly, because she is not the only girl I know who posts photos of her baby in ridiculous costumes. So relax. This isn’t about YOU. YOUR baby’s tutu is tasteful.

I’m looking at these pictures and feeling sorry for the baby (who was adorable, by the way), because I’ll bet Mom’s going to be pissed when that kid develops enough muscle tone to rip off that silly headgear. And I was laughing, because I’m kind of a bitch. There, I said it, so you don’t have to. Kurt came to see what I was laughing about, so I showed him the pictures, but he didn’t think they were that funny.

“If I had a baby I’d probably put it in stupid outfits too,” he said.

“Like what?”"

“Like how to dress for a robbery.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, put the baby in pantyhose. A baby with pantyhose over its face. I did it to Wiscious. I’ll probably do it to a baby.”

The best part is that I know he totally would. He’s gonna be such a great dad.

Mar
14
2010

The trouble with Toby

by Andrea

“You should be nice to him. He’s a nice cat.”

“Not when he’s biting me!”

“He bites you because you bother him.”

“Yeah, but I don’t bite him when he bothers me.”

Dec
29
2009

I sure wish they’d hibernate

by Andrea

Rohn was in the backyard last night, bark, bark, barking. What was upsetting him?

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Ah, Alaska, where dangerous ungulates lurk in the backyard.

(Rohn is our dog, by the way. And luckily the moose paid him no mind.)