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Football? What Football?

I’m watching Puppy Bowl III.

It’s time for the Kitty Halftime Show! Kitties and disco balls. What’s not to love?


9 thoughts on Football? What Football?

  1. I was watching it. Then my older kitty threw up and something in it looked scary and now he has to get IV fluids at the vet’s overnight because his kidneys are slightly underfunctioning, which may or may not be a really bad thing.

    And the Bears lost, too. Bad night.

  2. Puppy Bowl! Turn down the sound and play Astrud Gilberto’s Silver Collection for a truly transcendent experience.

    Sorry about your kitty M.

  3. Thanks. Like I said, it will probably turn out to be a minor inconvenience since we seem to have caught it in time. But, still, spending the night without my 14-year-old kitty is very strange.

  4. Aw, good wishes to your kitty (although, what do you mean something in the vomit looked scary? In my experience it’s all scary). I have a fourteen-year-old kitty of my own who’s had some health problems this year.

  5. Loved the Puppy Bowl and the Kitten Halftime Show. Of course, The Beau, a reptile-lover, had to walk in during the halftime show and say of the kittens, “Look! Python food!” He also wants an Iguana Bowl next year.

  6. The Puppy Bowl is infinitely superior to the Superbowl. I love when they put their little paws in the water dish.

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