Saturday, August 06, 2005

Politically incorrect speech

I keep calling my cats "you people." As in, "are you people ready for dinner or what?"

Note to self: Nobody appreciates being referred to as "you people."



I think the germs from my rotten tooth jumped down my throat when their toothsome residence got yanked out from under them, and took up residence. I now have a sore throat and a cold. Summer colds are a drag. What is it about being mildly sick that makes you think you should be able to just quietly read a book or write for a while, but then makes your brain just fuzzy enough that you can't quite concentrate? Hmph.

That's it. That's all I got.

8 comments:

jenni said...

That's cute. I call my birds "guys"--even though i think one of them is a girl (not sure cuz she's a weird type of breed where sex is difficult to determine), anywayz, i'm like "You guys shut the fuck up!" when they're being too noisey and distracting--they usually just get nosier when i do that (probably cussing me out in bird language, "Fuck you bitch!") LOL. damn i got potty mouth this morning...

Artichoke Heart said...

I like to call my cats "beastlets". Sorry to hear about the summer cold. They're the worst, I think, b/c it's too hot to indulge in the comforts of hot tea/soup and caterpillaring in blankets. How are things in B-ton? I lived there for twelve years during my rather drawn-out and indecisive educational process. I still really miss it, sometimes!

early hours of sky said...

Okay I should not admit this in public but we call our cat "baby" and make a plate for her at supper. I know it's wrong but she has a bigger brain than most animals and she rides on my back like a fur coat.

Anne said...

Guys, beastlets, baby -- you guys don't even want to know the things I'm not admitting to calling my cats! *grin* I call them the guys, the boys, the fuzzybutts, and other things I should not say in public if I want anyone to take me seriously ever again. I'm sure they call me things, too, in their little cat language...

A.H., yep, B-town is pretty much the same as ever, although it's getting really built-up out on the west side and it's actually kind of starting to feel too big for me. I've lived here since 1979 (eek). I think we know at least one person in common -- was it John Scully who sent me the URL for your website once, years ago? (I used to work with him.)

Patty said...

I call my two pits: babies, stinky and stanky, and butt munches. Maya is aka as slutty girl and diva, and Toby as Toby-toes, and Toe-ba-lee Joe-ba-lee (never had to spell that out before!)

Sorry to hear about your cold. I hope you feel better soon.

Pamela said...

Big Evil and Little Evil are my cats' nicknames. They've earned these nicknames many times. Little Evil stops his wayward ways and comes running when he hears this nickname. Big Evil just glares back and continues in sin.

Both Evils attempt to take carnival rides in the dryer at every opportunity despite multiple deterrences and distractions.

Hot water will help your throat--hot as you can stand. It also won't hurt your tooth socket like some teas could. I hope you feel better soon.

LKD said...

Whenever I talk to my cat (or cuss him out), which is pretty much all the time, I can't help but think of one of my very favorite Far Side strips of all time (I still miss it keenly--the loss of Far Side and Bloom County and Calvin and Hobbes pretty much killed any possibility of me ever reading the funnies ever again) which consisted of a master blabbing on incessentantly to his dog and while the dog listened to him intently, over the master's head was one of those comic strip balloons that the talk in and he was saying: Fido, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah, Fido, blah. And the title of the strip was: What Your Dog Understands When You Talk to Him.

I call my cat, Elmo muchacho, as in: Hola, muchacho! And, because he's such a big cry baby (honest to god, he can't keep his mouth shut for 5 minutes), I'm continually saying: Boohoo, poor you.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what the hell I'm saying but that doesn't stop me from blabbing. (grin)

junebee said...

Sometimes I call my cat by my son's name...so far I have not called my son by the cat's name.