Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Someone's Home Early For Dr. Phil


Wow. Doodle! As you can see from her photo above this morning, she was in rip-roarin' a mood as felinely possible to go out and conquer the world Mary Tyler Moore style. Her cute blue skirt suit and white shirt starched and pressed, the whole bit.

But a few short hours later she was back. She ran into the bathroom, threw her briefcase on the tile floor, and flung herself atop the toilet. Presumably to vomit*. I closed the door behind me and have left her alone for the time being. It's just that bad out there. Thanks for the crappy economy, George W. Bush!



I'd show you the picture of her slumped on the floor with her briefcase but Blogger's being a pill.

*or there's always the possibility she was trying to get away from me. Why? Because I crammed her into an outfit I stripped off of an old Vermont Teddy Bear which I'm selling on eBay?

What? Doodle's suit needed to go to the dry cleaners! There was Beef N' Chicken Entree all over the lapel.

9 comments:

Nina Paley said...

You need a job to just keep you from torturing Doodle.

anne altman said...

torturing doodle is a full time job. i just wish it paid better.

right, doodle?


doodle?

you should see her in her reindeer antlers. adorable!

newbluebaby said...
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newbluebaby said...

I'm calling PETA.

anne altman said...

tell them she's out of work and that she has extensive sales/marketing experience

Just Spence said...

i hope you lock your bedroom door at night. kitty vengeance will surely ensue.

Teri said...

Maybe PETA has job placement for Doodle???

Creepy said...

You are certafiably insane. But still a card.

Bumpkyn said...

you are a sick puppy (kitty) Anne--this could be why we get along so well.

Poor Doodle, although I laughed out loud, I'm thinking she was crying in the bathroom and puking for the sheer embarrassment of her too short skirt and her inability to find a job to support you both-raw bread is pricey these days.