Hey, what do you know? June’s got pictures of her cats on her blog! Hunh.

Hey, do me a favor. Remind me not to pursue that dream I have of becoming a professional pet photographer.

I was so excited that all three cats were up on the window sill that apparently is some sort of cat magnet.

Threecatz

What I like about cats is how much they mean to each other. Seriously, it's like they're all on an elevator together, complete strangers. It's like someone expelled gas and no one wants to cop to it.

Backupsingers

This one is like Francis and Winston have become the Pips, and Henry's all, "What a backup singer? Who leavin' on midnight train to Georgia? What a train?"

Happywin

This one actually encapsulates all their personalities nicely. Winston–in the middle–is happy and carefree; Francis–at right–is pissed and introspective; and Henry is "?" I am sorry to tell you that we are beginning to think that Henry may not be what you'd call brilliant. I know he's just a kitten, but I have had cats all my life. He won't be winning any Rhodes scholarships, is all I'm trying to tell you.

Like, he gets trapped in closets EVERY DAY. You'd think by now it'd dawn on him to maybe not go in the closets when we open them. But no. Every day I hear, "Meeeeeeee!" all tiny and faraway somewhere. And there he'll be. Shaken but not stirred. Intellectually.

At any rate. So, here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking most of you will be busy with this whole Independence Day thing, unless you're one of my out-of-the-country readers. If you're here, you'll be all running around with dangerous firecrackers and lighting sparklers and losing an eye and all that. Because we're independent! We have a RIGHT to lose the tips of three fingers because we bought some illegal firecrackers in a parking lot!

So, for the last and final time, and not to mention I won't do it anymore, I will ask you to vote in that ding ding ding ding and also ding. Dang contest. It ends Monday, and aren't you glad? Has this been the longest contest in the history of time? Probably not. But it seems like it.

The good news is I've found other blogs I like as a result, and I have gotten more readers. Hello, new readers! Heart you! Heart your many numbers on my sitemeter! I'm all tingly in my sitemeter!

So, for the last time, please vote this weekend for me for Funniest Blogger and also drunkest 43-year-old. Okay, I am not really up for drunkest 43-year-old. I don't even know what that means.

So, see? What a relief. You only have to go one place to vote for me. You can vote once a day per email address.

And I promise you, if I am ever in any other contest, I will mention it at the beginning and at the end. That will be IT. I mean, unless it's the win-a-chance-to-marry-Barry-Gibb contest. I won't shut up about that.

27 thoughts on “Hey, what do you know? June’s got pictures of her cats on her blog! Hunh.

  1. Does burning all of my husbands underwear count as fireworks, because I’m all been there done that this week.

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  2. The cat pictures kind of look like a lineup, don’t they? Not like St. Valentine’s Day , but still, like a lineup. “I not quilty, am I? I look innocent, don’t I?” They are all cute. I hope you won’t make poor Henry fulfill your belief that he is not smart. He’s still little and has great potential.

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  3. Ok June, I voted for you again on the ding dang contest. And even though you’re not in the lead, you’re beating the snot out of both Pioneer Woman and Dooce. That’s gotta count for something.

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  4. Done my voting duty for the day. Those boys in your window are the most handsome fellows ever to grace a line-up. All the usual suspects there, the dapper elegant one who no doubt has a stiff upper lip, the grumpy curmudgeon and the feisty little whipper snapper.
    I am sorry to tell you that my oldest and best kitty has a lymphosarcoma and is now on 2 types of chemotherapy and steroids. It’s a stressful time over here at the LisaPie house, and that’s an understatement. So if you would please ask that gang of felines at your house to send up some kitty prayers for Gato Pato we would all greatly appreciate it. Tell them it will be good Kitty Karma for one of their nine lives. 🙂

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  5. Dear Shelley,
    And remember, I don’t have to be in first place to win. They pick the winner from the top five. So you never know.

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  6. Taking cat photos is like, uh, herding cats. Dogs=cake. Cats=poop. But only when it comes to taking pictures. Dogs=a lot more poop in daily life.
    Can I be the drunkest 47 year old? I haven’t been the drunkest anything since my twenties. It was so much fun. Sigh.
    And ohhhhh! LisaPie! Snorgles to your Gato! We’ll give you a kneading and raise you a sunny spot. My Aida Velveeta will be sending good kharma for his dharma. I’ll get the Zali Lama to send some, too…

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  7. Taking cat photos is like, uh, herding cats. Dogs=cake. Cats=poop. But only when it comes to taking pictures. Dogs=a lot more poop in daily life.
    Can I be the drunkest 47 year old? I haven’t been the drunkest anything since my twenties. It was so much fun. Sigh.
    And ohhhhh! LisaPie! Snorgles to your Gato! We’ll give you a kneading and raise you a sunny spot. My Aida Velveeta will be sending good kharma for his dharma. I’ll get the Zali Lama to send some, too…

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  8. Taking cat photos is like, uh, herding cats. Dogs=cake. Cats=poop. But only when it comes to taking pictures. Dogs=a lot more poop in daily life.
    Can I be the drunkest 47 year old? I haven’t been the drunkest anything since my twenties. It was so much fun. Sigh.
    And ohhhhh! LisaPie! Snorgles to your Gato! We’ll give you a kneading and raise you a sunny spot. My Aida Velveeta will be sending good kharma for his dharma. I’ll get the Zali Lama to send some, too…

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  9. Now Junie, you KNOW I LOVE YOU. And I do. But. Doesn’t it speak to the intelligence of the human closing the closet door without first checking to see if Henry got in? I mean, if he does it all the time?
    I’m sure it’s Marvin anyway.

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  10. LOVE the 3 Amigos!
    And I can’t vote for you, my computer is too old. It doesn’t do anything when I press ‘vote’. Darn it, sorry! I’ve been trying….

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  11. Likewise, Darla. I’ve got me a dog that is dumb as a stump, but she is the SWEETEST and gentlest creature! We adore her. It doesn’t help that our other dog probably has his Master’s degree. SO smart!
    June. I’m SOOOOO glad this contest will soon be over. Jeez.
    Hope you win the whole thing!
    What will we all do to celebrate?

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  12. Cats are like that you know. Elusive.
    My dogs however will not ever be on the cover of Elle or Vogue or Bark. You go to take their picture and one wanders off while the other starts licking his butt. Yeah I will never be a pet photographer either.

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  13. I am trying to come up with some pithy comment about cats on a window sill, a blog named pie, your penchant for old-fashioned things…
    I can’t come up with anything. Cat pie cooling on the window sill.
    Lame.
    Happy Fourth everyone!

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  14. I’m BACK! After two days of screwed up internet connection. Oh the kitties crack me up.
    Voted. And I vote (legally) from my address, my hubby’s and both of my children’s e-mail addresses. Dang them for taking away the illegal votes.
    Also and too? I am not one proud American who enjoys illegal firework shows. I find them dangerous and foolhardy at best. I won’t even let me kids do sparklers because they are 1800 F. Instead I go to the $$$ store and buy glow necklaces. They’ll thank me when they reach adulthood with all their appendages and facial features intact.
    What are your plans for Saturday, in the park, I think was the 4th of July???

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  15. I thought this was an ad for “small, medium and large”. Henry doesn’t get the prize for lacking intelligence, my beloved Sweet Pea kitty gets the prize! A chipmunk got in my closed, I guess because I had the door open and it just ran in, so I closed Sweet Pea up in there with that critter and she DID NOT, I repeat, DID NOT catch that thing is a 5’x 5′ space. How stupid can that be, RIP Sweet Pea.

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  16. I have a ferret like Henry. I like to say two similar things about him: The lights are on but nobody’s home.
    AND
    Nobody’s living in the attic.
    Henry knows all he has to do is be cute. Which is his forte obviously.

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  17. I was watching a Michael Jackson interview the other night, and he mentioned that Barry Gibb was a close personal friend of his and I immediately imagined you, Marvin, MJ, and BG hanging out together.

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