Well, you did invite me in, and no, I didn’t traipse. “Sashayed” more than likely.
What I meant to say is, I didn’t go through all the albums, but animal pictures fascinate me, so I looked at those.
Go ahead and say it, ETF ;). You think I’m being too SEXY;). A lot of women feel that way when I come up to look at their etchings and compliment them on their art. :rolleyes:
Go ahead and admit it: you have the “lukewarms” for me!!!
Oh, Og. I’m just having some fun, don’t mind me, okay?
Q
PS: Now comes the part where you tell me you’re a guy, right? In that case, PLEASE don’t mind me!!!
BTW, that’s Freddy yawning, right? I mean, he ain’t gettin’ clobbered by that table leg and that’s his reaction, is he?
Also, thanks for bein’ cool with my joking around. One of the “things” about AD is inappopriateness. So if any of you catch me at that, the word ding will give me a clue.
Um, er, that didn’t come out right, and besides, he’s a gelding.
Yes, that’s the Fredster in full yawn mode, and the wooden object next to him is part of my bed’s footboards (clearer image here, which also gives you an idea of how big Ed is; he’s at the foot of a double bed). Here Fred is displaying full frontal yawnity.
Fred has a certain air about him, the arrogant assurance of one who knows himself to be utterly superb – even with only half a Hitler mustache.
It’s one of several collective nouns for cats, as can be seen here:
I think “clutter” perfectly captures the ambience of my tribe, although “a nuisance of cats” has its charms too.
Meanwhile, there are some wonderful collectives at that site: a barren of mules, a romp of otter, a convocation of eagles, a clamor of rooks, an ostentation of peacocks…
But no collective noun for multiples of mini-Hitlers, though.
