...obvious Photoshopping, sorry.
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"Come on Lassie, just a liiiittle closer"
Posted by: spc67 | December 04, 2003 at 11:18 PM
Actually, all I can think of when I see that picture is that song that goes "I can see clearly now / the rain is gone / I can see all obstacles / in my way..."
Posted by: Moe Lane | December 04, 2003 at 11:21 PM
Yay, my first rerun. Now for syndication:
"The challenges faced by today's Army, ranging from firefights to community relations, demand a mix of toughness and kindness, and a new breed of soldier: the British Shorthair."
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 04, 2003 at 11:31 PM
"What really happened to Buddy."
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 04, 2003 at 11:41 PM
I'm thinking of "guns don't kill people. I kill people," which I think is from Happy Gillmore originally.
I'm also thinking that if I ran across this kitten I would be put out of the misery of writing a legal paper about a country that does not publish any law reviews, court cases or statutes. Not my brightest idea.
Posted by: Katherine | December 04, 2003 at 11:48 PM
"The motorcade better get here before Oswald gets back from the john."
Posted by: Jim Henley | December 05, 2003 at 12:04 AM
Little Timmy may miss you, Rinny. But I won't.
Posted by: RDB | December 05, 2003 at 12:33 AM
"Inspired by Madonna's recent success, Tom Clancy is introducing a series of books for children."
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 05, 2003 at 03:05 AM
MattK takes the lead. (He might be able to clinch it by letting us know the title of the book & writing a brief excerpt.)
Posted by: Katherine | December 05, 2003 at 03:11 AM
And Moe happily hands off judgeship of the contest to Katherine.
Posted by: Moe Lane | December 05, 2003 at 06:26 AM
"Having me neutered was the last mistake you'll ever make."
Posted by: Michael N. | December 05, 2003 at 10:41 AM
"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten. Why couldn't you JUST THINK OF THE KITTENS!"
Posted by: Phillip J. Birmingham | December 05, 2003 at 02:04 PM
"No women, no kittens, that's the rules."
Posted by: mc_masterchef | December 05, 2003 at 11:06 PM
Matt/d1
LOL!!
Posted by: chinditz | December 06, 2003 at 09:05 AM
"Why do they call this spot the grassy knoll?"
Posted by: Ricky | December 06, 2003 at 11:47 AM
Ack.....let's try that again.
"Why do they call this spot the grassy knoll? I don't see any f#$@ing grass."
Posted by: Ricky | December 06, 2003 at 11:47 AM
Katherine: I nominate Splinter Cell: Puppy Helmet.
Posted by: Tatterdemalian | December 06, 2003 at 01:16 PM
Red Pause, Red Paws
A book for children
by Tom Clancy
(with help from his kitty, Marshmallow!)
Jack Ryan is a happy man.
Jack works for the President, to keep you, me, your mommy and daddy and even your cats and dogs safe.
Even though this is an important job, Jack has to keep it secret, because there are bad people who don't want him keep you safe. That's right, they are so bad that they would even try to hurt your kitty. Marshmallow says this is true, "Meow-meow!"
A long time ago, before you were born, some of the worst of these people ran out of money and had to stop being bad (to us and our kitties anyway). But before they did, they took a pretty fluffy kitten, gray as a winter sky, and made him bad like them. They got this kitty so mixed up, he thinks good is bad and bad is good!
And now, even though the people who mixed him up have given up on trying to hurt Jack, kitty is so confused, he doesn't know what to do.
It's not the kitty's fault, imagine if you were a kitty taken from your mama too soon and not given kibble unless you did something bad, and when you did something good, you were put out on the street in the cold with traffic and mean people and not let back in until you promised to be bad again.
Poor, poor kitty.
And Jack Ryan's daughter is in his crosshairs...
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 06, 2003 at 03:08 PM
As soon as she came into my office, I knew that she was trouble.
She moved like a winter cloud and her eyes were two emeralds, green and rich and cold. She was built for sin, but only the really rich kinds. Her voice was pure mockery. "You don't look like a detective," she purred.
"That's funny," I barked back, "You don't look like a client."
It was true. I never get the pick of the litter coming into my office. Husbands wanting to know about their wives, wives wanting to know about their husbands, a boss or two wondering why their business ain't doing so good but their partner's got a new house. I decorated my office to match. Real simple to do; just fire the cleaning lady and only empty out the ashtrays in months with an R in them.
"How long do we banter?", she asks, her accent kissing each syllable on its way out of the mouth. I pegged it as Korean, or maybe Siamese.
"Depends. How long before you'll want to get to the point?"
"Fine." She sat on my desk. "I'll make it simple. I need help, and I can't go to the cops."
I admit that the view may have made me pant a little, or it could have been the heat. It was a really hot day for Septembe. "I'm all ears."
"Long ones, too." she smirked. Leave it to a Siamese to put the claws in. "Somewhere out there is a kitten. I need him found."
"Why?"
"He's got a gun."
Like I said: trouble.
Posted by: Moe Lane | December 06, 2003 at 04:03 PM
you know, I was going to give midnight tonight as the deadline for entries, but I'm inclined to extend it indefinitely, because these are a hilarious & a very nice break from corporations.
Posted by: Katherine | December 06, 2003 at 04:21 PM
Nice pussy.
Posted by: d-rod | December 06, 2003 at 09:35 PM
I am thinking of a Gold Eagle series:
CODENAME: DEATH KITTEN!
Posted by: Carl | December 07, 2003 at 03:40 AM
"Animal behaviorists have documented that cats left alone too much in small urban apartments can sometimes develop bad habits, such as clawing furniture, overeating, and assassination."
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 07, 2003 at 10:53 AM
"Able to act with impunity, an anonymous kitten shows the unanticipated consequences of the North Shore Animal League's unilateral implementation of a 'no kill' policy."
Posted by: MattK/D1 | December 07, 2003 at 11:04 AM
That fateful day in Dallas...
Posted by: BigD | December 08, 2003 at 09:42 AM
Bush said "Bring em on". An unexpected pussy insurgency results in premature evacuation.
Posted by: d-rod | December 08, 2003 at 10:47 AM
"...little did they know that the judging in this year's dog show was going to be a bit more...stringent."
Posted by: Entropy | December 08, 2003 at 05:02 PM
I've only said it like 57 thousand times, but noooooo, she still brings home the wrong kind.
If she comes out of that market without it this time...
...Whiskas?!!!!
"Cats ask for it by name" my ass, 'meow' this baby!
Posted by: Macallan | December 08, 2003 at 05:20 PM
I think even Acidman would appreciate that pic. You should send it to him.
My caption
"The media has created a name for the unkown sniper after the type of shots he has made on his vetanarian victims. He is known as the neuterer"
Posted by: pete | December 08, 2003 at 08:56 PM
Fluffy Brady was going to do a bad thing.
After sneaking up to Charles Heston's room, she was going to shoot Mommy.
This would let Mommy continue her Crusade against the evil gun owners.
At least Mommy would match Daddy now.
Posted by: Jhn'1 | December 09, 2003 at 02:05 AM
Arrrgh, Charlton, not Charles.
Posted by: Jhn'1 | December 09, 2003 at 02:09 AM
I'm pretty sure that originated on Strategy Page. Just FYI.
Posted by: Dean Esmay | December 09, 2003 at 06:52 AM
faster pussycat kill kill
Posted by: meeps | December 09, 2003 at 03:05 PM
"Heh. And the cops are looking for some alienated, angry white guy."
Posted by: RNC | December 09, 2003 at 03:41 PM
"Call ME a pussy, willya?????"
MonkeyPants
Imperial Lizardoid Trainer
Posted by: MonkeyPants | December 09, 2003 at 07:03 PM
Fluffy and Mittens hide in the grassy knoll while Patsy waits for the motorcade.
Posted by: VegasRob | March 25, 2004 at 03:45 AM
I've been meowing for months big shot "No more scraps! Now ya just wait 'til I rifle up the kibble!"
Posted by: Rochelle Siegel Smith | April 01, 2004 at 08:53 AM
This is my trigger-paw...hold it Benji while I get a closer shot at ya
Posted by: Rochelle Siegel Smith | April 01, 2004 at 08:59 AM
Pow! Lolzi
Posted by: me | May 03, 2008 at 09:13 AM
that iz'nt something u should put on the website u and who ever posted this pict. r STUPID RETARDS how dare u put a pict. of a cat doin that omfd.u should no what that means....
Posted by: michelle | May 10, 2008 at 04:36 PM