Dear Poindexter:

What the hell is your cat stalking in your side sig? Is it food? Is it vomit? Some kind of living organism? A toy? Shit? A hairball?

It's freaking me out and I'm curious. Thank you for your prompt attention in this matter.

Sincerely,
Darin Erstad's Hairline

 

That's my 13 year-old cat, Ashley. This summer she brought a lizard into the house (after biting off the tail) for a little play time. The lizard was still alive, but not very happy. We snapped the picture with my camera phone.

 

The lizard looks happier than your cat. "Beat it dad and take the phone with you. This shit's between me and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Lizard here."

Thanks for the answer. I was hoping it wasn't shit or a hairball. Our younger cat gazes at hairballs like that.

 

MUAHAHAHAHAHAAH!

Lord, how I love you sometimes.

 

LOL

Ashley: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' (cats), who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.

 

"Who's Lizzie, daddy?"

"Lizzie's dead, baby. Lizzie's dead."