Silver Fox: Excuse me, Orson?
Orson: Why are ya even botherin' to post this?
Silver Fox: This was your idea... Plus, I haven't posted for a few days, and I just wanted to let my readers know that I've been very busy lately, and worse, that I currently don't have internet at home, so my online time is extremely limited.
Orson: My idea? My idea wuz ta actually participate in your friend Betsy's Pretty Piggy Party..
Silver Fox: Stop calling it that! Its official name is Betsy's Pretty Pedicure Party... or Giveaway and Pedicure Party... or Pedi Party...
Orson: Thanks for clearin' that up, Foxy.
Silver Fox: And you just like the idea of "pretty piggies" because it makes you think of pork, bacon, ham, and all the other pork products I don't share with you!
Orson: Stop correctin' me, Grammar Nazi! I wanted ta be a part of this, but thanks ta you, I can't be! This is... this is... kitty litter!!! I ain't really participatin' at all! First of all, ya were too cheap ta buy me any nail polish...
Silver Fox: You're a freakin' cat!
Orson: Stop interruptin'! An' then you kept draggin' yer butt until it wuz too late ta get any photos of me with my claws trimmed. Do you really think the two pictures below that ya stole off the internet are gonna fool yer readers?
Silver Fox: (muttering) They might have, if you'd kept your big mouth shut...
Orson: Uh-uh, not me! Gotta admit, I kinda like the one with the blue background, the one that shows "my" face. Makes me look like I'm wearin' my hat at a rakish angle... if I had a hat. Anyhoo, the only real picture of Orson the Great and Powerful in this lame little post is the one at the top... and even that one's horribly outdated. I'm what, 'bout seven years old now, Foxy?
Silver Fox: Something like that...
Orson: "Somethin' like that," he sez. You know yer own birthday though, don'tcha? (pause) Anyhoo, here I am, 'bout seven years old, and that shot wuz taken when I wuz about one year old!
Silver Fox: Is there a point to all of this, you little furball?
Orson: Prob'ly not... which makes it just like one of yer usual solo posts.
Silver Fox: I... think we'd better sign off now.
Orson: Why?
Silver Fox: Let's just say that I don't want any of my readers calling the SPCA if they see what I'm about to do to you.
Orson: Ahhhh, yer all talk, Foxy. (pause) Hey... Can I say it this time?
Silver Fox: Say what?
Orson: You know.
Silver Fox: *sigh* Go ahead.
Orson: (to the readers) Thanks fer yer time. And... meow. Or somethin'.
are reaally your nails Orson? look dangereous! anyway are nice for a cat lol!
ReplyDeleteMy dogs have them look yours!
you are %&%#$ Orson the only picture of you is the first??? who is the other cat??
DeleteNice piggies er claws Orson. :)
ReplyDeleteSilver, where is the picture of you painting his claws? I'm so dissapointed. :)
Orson never got his claws done for real. The second and third shot were stolen... I mean, borrowed from the 'net. That's why I didn't sign up with Mr. Linky!
ReplyDeletemeow...nice claws...paws...and all...my cat would likely kill us if we tried to paint her claws
ReplyDeleteNotice my nine cats didn't participate? I can't imagine trimming their claw, much less painting them. lol.
ReplyDeleteThanks for trying Orson, I appreciate that. I have a little Whiskers Girl that you'd probably like, you know? ;)
Orson sez: Sorry, I ain't got all my original equipment!
ReplyDeleteorson...neither does she! ha.
ReplyDeleteOrson sez: Hmmm. They say misery loves company... Send me the little kitty's number, willya?
Deletehahaha poor Orson got the snip snip too. I always got a huge X scratch on my foot that came from tramping on Orlin..hahaha. So any more scratches from him weren't about to come due. I just gave him the tp.
ReplyDeleteOrlin: Showing the Fox who is boss today as it should be Orson's bay. The meanie doesn't even update the picture of you. But I suppose humans just don't have a clue.
Orson sez: I try, but he don't obey like he should. I have thought of obedience school, though...
DeleteI miss Mortimer.
ReplyDeleteYou've been missed, too, Megan. How've you been?
DeleteTalking to yourself is one thing, but talking to some imaginary being like the Silver Fox is something else. You need help Orson my friend. Now about those bacon sandwiches that Betsy is serving...
ReplyDeleteOrson sez: Glad to see ya got yer feet grounded in reality. Not bad fer a human.
ReplyDeleteOrson, let me apologize on behalf of Foxy...I know his heart was in the right place choosing that photo...As a self-proclaimed crazy cat lady (felines do provide the best kind of company) we can't be taking things like this out on folks like Silver...now...there's a spot of sunshine over there with my name on it :)
ReplyDeleteOrson sez: Ahhh, what a softie. Yer too easy!
DeleteSilver Fox says: Well, I appreciate the defense!
"on folks like Silver" lol...hmmm.
ReplyDeleteWhat? What? Hahahaha!
Deleteyeah, what does that mean? You need to ask Natasha before you say you appreciate it. lol.
DeleteI'm just going to hope for the best and assume she meant it in some vaguely good way.
DeleteAlways good...and not vague at all. Happy Easter fellow babies! ;)
ReplyDeleteHa! Thanks again, Natasha! And back atcha on the Easter wishes, too.
ReplyDeleteHa! I like Orson. But then....I've almost never met a cat I didn't like. In fact... I've never met a cat I didn't like. Or a Fox. ;o)
ReplyDeleteAwww, what a sweet comment! Thanks.
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