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Controversy at cuteoverload!
Jun. 19th, 2007 05:08 pmiPod Kitty!
Now, tell me ... does this cat look tortured, as some commenters are insinuating? Or does he just look like, "Dear God, Human, you really *are* stupid, aren't you?"
I loved this response to the whole kerfluffle from CO poster Michelle: "OMG! when I was a child I wore my gran's clip-on earrings for dress-up. I didn't realize until just now how horrifying the whole experience was. Why didn't someone call social services and get me removed from my home? Dad actually took photos of me like that! How VERY not cool. I don't think I'll ever get over the trauma, not ever never!
*throws arms in the air and runs wailing from the room*"
Hell, when I was a wee one, I used to dress the family cat in doll clothes, use him as my pillow, drag him around by the tail, put him in the doll stroller - and I think that my parents have it all documented somewhere, too.
I remember hearing stories about all the things that I'd done to the poor cat - and apparently, all he'd do was look at my parents like, "This will end soon, right? Right?"
Even now, Cleo will give me that look of evil. His personal death stare usually means "Feed me now, bitch! Or I will walk on your computer keyboard and re-name your hard drive again!"
Now, tell me ... does this cat look tortured, as some commenters are insinuating? Or does he just look like, "Dear God, Human, you really *are* stupid, aren't you?"
I loved this response to the whole kerfluffle from CO poster Michelle: "OMG! when I was a child I wore my gran's clip-on earrings for dress-up. I didn't realize until just now how horrifying the whole experience was. Why didn't someone call social services and get me removed from my home? Dad actually took photos of me like that! How VERY not cool. I don't think I'll ever get over the trauma, not ever never!
*throws arms in the air and runs wailing from the room*"
Hell, when I was a wee one, I used to dress the family cat in doll clothes, use him as my pillow, drag him around by the tail, put him in the doll stroller - and I think that my parents have it all documented somewhere, too.
I remember hearing stories about all the things that I'd done to the poor cat - and apparently, all he'd do was look at my parents like, "This will end soon, right? Right?"
Even now, Cleo will give me that look of evil. His personal death stare usually means "Feed me now, bitch! Or I will walk on your computer keyboard and re-name your hard drive again!"
