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April 25, 2006

Whiskers & Years

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After getting sat on twice during my commute this morning, my mind wandered and I started to think that it would be neat if every city dweller were equipped with whiskers like cats have so that they could sense whether they'd fit between two people on the train. Then I realized that I was thinking about butt-whiskers and the whole thing went to pot. Perhaps the MTA just needs a simple sign: "If Your Ass Don't Fit, Stand."

In other news, Olive turned two yesterday. She celebrated her launch into teenagerdom by keeping court in her "hidden" on-top-of-the-filing-cabinet lair, giving her father a backhanded paw slap in the face and attempting to eat a bowl of chili. No one in the house was particularly amused, but we let it pass because it was her birthday.

Posted by callalillie at April 25, 2006 9:30 AM | City Life , Feline Musings


What a GREAT photograph!

Posted by: Coops at April 25, 2006 10:06 AM

How is your sweet little orange guy doing with the allergies?

Posted by: Beth at April 25, 2006 10:53 AM

p.s. Your musings on whiskers cracked me up.

Posted by: Beth at April 25, 2006 10:54 AM

I was working up an Irving post in my head a little while ago for later this week. Oybean is doing as well as an allergy-festooned, neurotic feline can do. His tummy is generally bald and moist, but otherwise he is the cuddliest and neediest of the four fuzzies. My little mama's boy.

Posted by: corie at April 25, 2006 10:59 AM

bald and moist? you talking butt whiskers again?

Posted by: tien at April 25, 2006 12:14 PM

Happy Birthday to Miss Olive! (and get better soon to Mr. Irving) How are the cats coping with the pre-wedding jitters? Better or worse than you and Lex?

Posted by: Divaah46 at April 25, 2006 12:34 PM

What cute kitties.

Posted by: This is so Punk at April 25, 2006 12:46 PM

Dude -
I can't stand when the big booties act like they are these little small booties.
This is why I sometimes prefer the subway seat (orange and yellow) over the subway bench approach to passenger relationships.
This way you can look down and see if your ass fits into the designated ass area.
Have you ever had someone try to wriggle into the 5" in space on the bench next to you causing such discomfort that you now choose to stand - and then they look at you as if to say, "how rude you suggest I have a giant ass and have ass pushed you off the seat"

Posted by: Tiya at April 25, 2006 12:47 PM

Butt whiskers, eh? Hmm...

Posted by: Liz at April 25, 2006 5:47 PM

I actually spend a considerable portion of my commute time calculating the ass to seat space available ratio. While it is a higher order skill, it is amazing to see other people with larger butt spans than mine take that squeeze of faith and aim butt first into a space that I have already discounted.

Posted by: j-yo at April 25, 2006 11:19 PM

I don't know what's wrong with you all, but I moved to New York precisely so that I could touch my ass to other asses. Or, at least, I knew it was unavoidable and would have to learn to like it. Have none of you ever fallen into a happy doze on the train while cozily sandwiched betwixt fellow men? A rare pleasure.

Posted by: Will at April 26, 2006 7:16 AM

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