Ode to a Lump of Green Ribbon I Found in my Cat's Shit One Midwinter Morning. (With apologies to Vogon Poetry.)
Yes, it's hideous, and a homemade gift from my supervisor at work, and came wrapped in a length of the same green ribbon visible as a loop for hanging on the corner. I tossed the thing in the corner when I got home, not even thinking about the ribbon, I still have no idea what happened to it, before it got masticated. D found it, in a gob, inside a turd, in the litter box this morning, Moby apparently none the worse for his snack. We know he has a weakness for ribbon, including one vet trip with x-ray, that thankfully passed. I should have been more careful, I usually am. But it's an utter blank at the end of a late day on Monday. Moved through pretty quickly, though.
Damn that thing is creepy.
12 comments:
um...wow...not much else to say for that gingerbreadman. is it a potholder?
I'm sooooo tempted to post the weird-ass christmas card I just got, designed by a distant cousin's strange daughter. my mom deemed it "inappropriate."
Jessica,
I'm not entirely clear what it is meant to be. Please post it, this is what blogs are for! If you are worried about them seeing it, send it here, I'll happily post it for you.
Could have been worse - Moby could have tried to eat the whole thing.
Wrap it up nicely and pass it on. That's what such things are made for!
My previous cat was all about ribbon, her replacement is not.
Ghastly thing, whatever it is.
so hard to imagine making this, let alone giving it...
pity the cat didnt eat all of it! it could only have improved its appearance
Ye gods!
Still laughing madly at the subtitle. Far too good to be a Vogon poem.
Udge,
Adams had it as Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer's Morning.
RR,
I really don't dislike anyone that much. And I have defaced it, which helps slightly.
TG,
Indeed.
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Zhoen, I have scrutinised it and a being emerged from the white frill that surrounds it. It seems to be asking for something - redemption, probably. It's Christmas. You'll think of something. (I can't help being curious about the person who made this)
R the S,
I really can't explain the giver, nor would I on this semi-public site. I'm not easily found, but I'd rather not be Dooced.
See http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dooced
and for the Dooce site,
http://www.dooce.com/
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