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Showing posts with label kitty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitty. Show all posts

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Funny Photos II

What a cute little kitty this poker-faced pussy is! And what lovely headgear! He really looks the business, a modern-day Nordic warrior, in feline form of course. And he's taking it so seriously, he's just made for the part. He doesn't need the excuse of a bike or motorcycle to wear protective headgear, you just never know when you might fall on your head. And it's such a snug fit that I wouldn't be surprised if he wears it to bed at night. It also does away with the need for ear-muffs to keep out noise that would stop him from getting a good night's kip. Yep, he's a kool kitty kat, no doubt about it, and he knows it. And just take a peek at those mean-looking whiskers of his. They sort of give him the look of an oriental sage, a sort of wise warrior. But don't underestimate him: he's mean, he's lean, and he's keen, and if he has to wear a watermelon helmet to get respect, he'll damn well do it! He may look silly but he's no hill-billy and no skitty little filly. He's a cocky cat. In fact, you might say he's the cat's whiskers! Hahahahahaaaaa. Sorry, couldn't resist that one. But you get the picture, I think. Enough said.


Now this chap, who might be an ostrich or an emu, is a very different kettle of fish. He’s not cute, not cool, and definitely not a kitty-cat! He’s scruffy and weird-looking and he has no time for silly headgear. But appearances can be deceptive, and make no mistake, he’s no push-over. With that vicious beak of his and a foul temper to match, he’ll have your nose off before you can make a run for it. And even if you do try to do a runner, he’ll be digging his bill into your hind quarters before you’ve taken a dozen steps. Yes, sir! He’s meaner than a soldier ant and a lot bigger. Look at those piercing eyes fixed on us. He’s got us well and truly in his sights and there’s no doubt who’s the boss. He might be a right scruff and in need of a make-over and a new hairdo but he’s no-one’s fool. If you diss him, you’ll have his rock-hard beak and his sledgehammer legs to answer to. Either way, you’re goose is cooked! But hey we might be misjudging the old fellow and doing him a grave injustice. He may be ugly, scruffy and weird and look as though he’s gone without sleep for a month, but inside he's probably the meekest, mildest softy ever born with not a bad bone in his bird body. You just never know!


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