Caturday! Belated, Dammit

It was too hot to do much of anything yesterday except lie about in misery, reading a labour history of Malaya and Singapore between 1933 and 1941. So we fucked up.

We bring you a belated Caturday post in apology.

ICHC for teh LOL!

And on the seventh day Ceiling Cat rested. And has been resting ever since.



The tomatoes are abundant, the Naked Ladies are still blooming (determined little buggers that they are), and the sweet alyssum is delighting the bees with its honey-scented flowers. Fleabane is spreading throughout the garden, with its sweet, pink-rayed yellow faces, and the big blue lily turf has finally, hesitantly, set a few flower spikes. Pissing in the garden is a tradition at La Casa de Los Gatos, and the kitties sure do help out as much as they can. A cave has been constructed under one of the lavenders, just big enough to fit the Fat Bandicoot's fat tush. Those (black and) white kitties gotta stay out of the sun, yaknow. Or risk skin cancers.

That's right. If you have a white, or mostly white, kitteh, be sure to keep them out of the sun. Or put SPF lotion on them. I don't think teh kittehs really go for the whole hats-n-shades, long-sleeved shirts look.

An owl has taken up residence in a nearby redwood tree. The hoots can be disconcerting in the still, hot nights, but I'm hoping the native rodent population will be suitably fearful of trespassing on what's left of the (scorched, dry, sunbaked) garden.

It's never been this hot in the decades that I've lived up here in the fog belt. Two days a year, we'd get up to, oh, 90F. Last night the thermometer was definitely in the 90s, but it's been that way off and on throughout the year. What will winter be like this year?

James Inhofe should only spontaneously combust for all the lies he keeps flogging about global warming. Oklahoma, where the fuck did you find such an unqualified all-time ignoramus and loser? Isn't there anyone in the state with more than one working brain cell?

The only positive thing to say about this heat is, it sure does put one in the mood for rubbin' nubbins. So if you have a nubbin that needs rubbin', do like these guys:

Picture courtesy of T.L. Holland, via teh InnerToobs

OK, maybe just the ones in the left panel. Those guys on the right have way too many sharp teeth goin' there.

And remember, if you can't be with the one you love — love the one you're with! And if you ain't with anyone, goddammit, get out there and start looking. If everybody was fucking a lot more, we'd be too tired to fight as much.

Oh, yeah, and here's your song:

Stumble It!