Category Archives: Silly

Captured on film

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Once upon a time, long ago when young men wore beards, pumpkins were much larger than they are today. One day I went hunting these great pumpkins with my friend Dan. We found one in a back yard in Rome, far from its natural habitat of fields and farms, and we documented it so that no one could doubt our find.

Dan, behind a great pumpkin

Dan, behind a great pumpkin

The quality of this photograph is degraded because of the primitive printing process of the disreputable underground newspaper in which it was printed, to a certain extent because of the scanning process required to extract the image from a yellowed cutout from the paper, and also because the original image quality was not great. That last was because the skittish nature of great pumpkins in the wild did not allow for much time to calculate the optimal exposure.

No pumpkins or people were injured in the production of this image. The pumpkin was released as soon as we got the photograph. It was last seen hiding in a pie crust.

Dan went on to become a surgeon and my brother in law, probably not because of but in spite of the widespread dissemination of this image in the questionable media. I went on to leave the newspaper, come back again, and then leave again, finally and for good. I have never again seen a pumpkin of this size, although that does depend at least in part on one’s perspective.

 

Gimme

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Beertown trio

Beertown trio

Zeke pushes his head between our legs when he wants attention. In this case, it looks like he wants a beer. Smokey, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. We have always pictured Smokey as a heavy drinker and cigar smoker who hangs out in kitty bars. We think he prefers whiskey, probably cheap whiskey. He is too embarrassed to go to any bars now, what with his short cut and (we think) a shaver burn on his right side.

Friday Felines

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Sylvester the joker

Sylvester is many things. He is the sleeper. He is the creeper. He is the midnight peeper.

Sylvester the cat, bolding going where no cat is supposed to go.

Some people call me the gangster of kitty treats

Here he is, along with the treats, my dark beer, the cat corrector (squirt-squirt-squirt), the catnip, and my husband’s wimpy wheat beer. He fears nothing. Except the cat corrector.

There’s the shy Sylvester.

Peek-a-boo, you with the camera

People keep talking about me

And then there is Sylvester the slob.

Fat Albert?

Space cowboy or pompitus of love?

He’s the cutest thing I ever did see.

Friday Felines

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These are the stages of sleep.

First, yawning.

Sometimes you feel like a nap.

Sometimes you feel like a nap.

Second, drowsiness.

You're getting sleepy ... your eyelids are getting heavy

You’re getting sleepy … your eyelids are getting heavy

Third, unconsciousness.

Comatose

Comatose

This is the longest stage. It can last for hours, sometimes days.

Don’t even think of popping him on the chin to make him bite that little pink tongue. No, I said don’t think about that.

 

 

Rainy day doggy

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Don't make me go out in public like this

Don’t make me go out in public like this. And hide the cat’s pingpong ball, please.

It’s been raining since yesterday. And yes, dogs still have to go outside when nature calls. So Zeke has to look like the Gorton’s fisherman. Unfortunately, he considers it a punishment, like wearing a straightjacket, and most of the time he refuses to relieve himself. It’s a protest against the man.