Your Morning Biscuit

When my lovely wife Chris and I were recently vacationing in our undisclosed location, I forgot to mention that Biscuit was as well. She spent the entire time we were away with our pals and their two righteous children in their Brooklyn abode. She had a fabulous time. Here’s a pic of her eyeballing their cucumber salad and not their roasted chicken because she is a well-behaved hippy cat. I love this photo.

p.s. More Biscuit pics on the way this weekend. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten. I used to hold her in the palm of my hand and now it’s hard to scoop her up without using both of my hands.

p.s.s. Regarding our vacation, the beach was clothing optional where we were staying. I’m sorry to report that we did not get nekkid, but several people around us were. Here’s something that I learned…

If a naked older man with long grey hair and dark, leathery skin walks by you with an armful of sticks and twigs, he isn’t planning to build emergency shelter. He is going to build a music stand. And when that stand is completed he will place the sheet music for John Denver’s enormously sappy “Annie’s Song” on it. And then his equally leathery girlfriend/wife and he will pull out an assortment of flutes and a guitar and perform that song right there on the beach in all of their nekkid glory. AND IT WILL BE ONE OF THE GREATEST THINGS YOU WILL EVER WITNESS IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! The end.

Posted by Kevin K. on 03/12/10 at 07:59 AM • Permalink

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Actually, she’s eyeing the knife. Have you seen it lately?

Comment by Tom65 on 03/12/10 at 08:50 AM

The only appropriate response to hearing someone sing “Annie’s Song” is something along the lines of this video, or this one (audio by Monty Python).

Comment by Steve M. on 03/12/10 at 09:35 AM

“I can haz cucumber?”

She’s just adorable! Our cats don’t like cold, wet food, but my older cat Chloe will scarf down tuna faster than I can put it in front of her. The younger cat is ambivalent about tuna or chicken; she strictly stays with dry cat food.

Comment by donnah on 03/12/10 at 09:49 AM

I think she’s eying the knife. She may have been contemplating a hostage-taking in exchange for the chicken. But then she realized she doesn’t have thumbs…

Comment by Betty Cracker on 03/12/10 at 10:48 AM

Perhaps she’s wondering what sort of weapon that black object is. It looks like the muffler dropped off one of the kids’ Tonka trunks.

Has Biscuit tried canteloupe yet? My parents’ cat Squeaky was crazy for it.

Comment by Mrs. Polly on 03/12/10 at 11:39 AM

Mrs. P, I knew a cat once that was crazy about melons too. He would tear into a trash bag to munch on a cantaloupe rind.

Comment by Betty Cracker on 03/12/10 at 12:36 PM

If cats had thumbs, they would rule us all.

Oy, “Annie’s Song.” My mom & Godmom were John Denver fans, but even they couldn’t stomach that song. They’d get pissed and sing, “You fill up my trouuuuserrrrs!....”

Comment by hamletta on 03/12/10 at 11:06 PM

Hmm, maybe cantaloupe has some kind of universal cat appeal. I’ve had a couple of cats that loved it. Of course, so do I, so I can’t really say anything.

As far as “Annie’s Song”, it’s pretty bad but not nearly as bad as “Follow me”. Being a Coloradan, though, I do love “Rocky Mountain High”. There was some kind of kerfluffle here, (glix you may remember this better than I) when the legislature proposed to make it a state song and *certain elements* shrieked “no, drugs, aieeee!” so I don’t think it ever happened, or did it?