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Monday, April 29, 2013

Squig's Pick For Music Video of the Week

"Now that's what I call angelic" Squig announced pumping his paws and dancing around the room

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Squig's Opinion of Dweezil's Music Video

"Blech, yuck, Blouhey," Squig announced sticking out his tongue and making a face.  "In one word, BORING."

"However, did you see the size of the mouth on that broad? It looked like it could gobble down Baltimore, whole" Cackle, snort, double over laughing.

"However, folks, you only have to wait a few more days to see a real music video, one that's beautiful and," wink, wink, "angelic."

"This is fun, blogging by myself, with no Dweezil to stop me.  I'm definitely going to have to do this again."

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Dweezil's Pick for Music Video of the Week

"Isn't she beautiful." Dweezil sighed. "A voice like an angel." 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Curious Part 3

Dweezil took a deep breath and began again.  "So when the daddy cat hears the mommy cat's lovely song, he comes over to pay her a visit.  He smiles and introduces himself and then the mommy cat invites him into her home where they head straight to the kitchen."

"Then," Squig interrupts, "the daddy cat rubs up against the mommy cat.,"

Dweezil's ears go back.

"He extends one little claw and gently caresses her,

Dweezil's tail starts twitching.

"until she moans, oh master...."

Dweezil interrupting Squig in mid moan, wraps his paws around his neck and starts throttling him, then after whacking him a good one,  knocks him off the chair, yelling, "You will stop this ridiculous rendition of 50 Shades of Gray, complete with Pepe le Pew phony French accent this minute.  What is the matter with you. Have you no sense of decency.  Now go and sit over there," he indicates a spot next to Maia's bookcase,"and keep your damn mouth shut."

"He said he wanted it to be romantic and what's more romantic than 50 Shades of Gray?" Squig grumbled as he slunk over to the bookcase and sat down.

"Now that we have that taken care of, we can continue, " Dweezil said wiping off his paws.

So the daddy cat goes over to the cupboards and gets out the ingredients and the mommy cat gets the mixing bowl and the muffin tin.  Together they mix up the batter and fill six little muffin cups.  Then the mommy cat gets out her oven mitts and puts the muffin tin in the oven.  The daddy cat seeing that all the little buns are safely in the oven, leaves.."

"Completely frustrated and totally confused," Squig interjects from his spot near the bookcase.

"While the mommy cat decorates her little nesting box with adorable soft cloths featuring tiny bunnies and baby mice.  Then she curls up to wait.

But she doesn't have to wait long.  Because soon the timer goes off. So she puts back on her oven mitts and takes out her muffin tin filled with precious little kittens.  Lovingly, she carries each one to the nesting box and once they are all safely in, she purrs them to sleep with her special lullaby.

And that my little friend are where kittens come from."  Dweezil finishes, smiling up at the camera.

"All that I can say about that stupid explanation," Squig grumbles to himself, "is that it really is obvious that someone certainly did have the 'procedure' at a very early age and should probably go talk to a mental health professional about it.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Curious Part 2

Dweezil cleared his throat and began, "And so my little friend, when spring has filled the air with sunshine and the birds are chirping and the flowers beginning to bud, the mommie cat comes outside"

"And heads straight for that zen spa spot where she's been digging her pee pee holes," Sqig interjected interupting Dweezil.

"And just why would she want to that?" Dweezil asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Because doesn't that spot underneath the willow tree by the rippling brook sound just like the perfect place for a litle romance?" Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

Dweezil sighed deeply, rolled his eyes and ignoring Squig completely continued, "Yes, the mommie cat comes outside and sings her longing song for love.  And when the daddy cat hears her,"

"He comes sneaking and creeping through the underbrush," Squig interruped again and then jumped off the chair to show everyone what sneaking and creaping looked like. " And once he's got her in his sights, he pounces," Squig pounced back up on the chair. "Bites her on the neck and sticks his."

"SQUIGMAN," Dweezil roared, knocking Squig off the chair in mid bumb and grind, "You will stop this pornagraphic pantomime this minute." He put his paws over his eyes and took a few minutes to compose himself, and then turning to Squig hissed, "What is this infusion of filth?  Why must you drag the sewer into this discussion?"

"But Dweeze," Squig answered looking up, "Isn't that what happens.  You said you wanted us to be edgy and fun, so I just thought."

"There will be no more thinking, Squigman. You have obviously been out in the sun too long or eaten a bad mouse. Your brain, what little there is of it, is not working properly."

"But Dweeze?"

"There are ways and there way to talk about this and we are going to take the high road, the one filled with beauty and romance. So get back up here and apologize and we are going to start over."

"Squig hopped back up and muttered, " I'm sorry." But he really wasn't.