lolbaby: I HAS A BUCKET

I have an unholy love for pet humor. People's stories about their pets, if reasonably well-told, can have me doubled over wheezing with laughter like nothing else. What can I say? It's a weakness. Dogs in Elk made me cry, I laughed so hard, and Sars of Tomato Nation never fails to slay me with her cat stories.

Naturally, I am a devotee of cat macros. I visit I Can Has Cheezburger? more often than I want to admit, and when Anil Dash posted his analysis of cat macro pidgin, Cats Can Has Grammar, I rejoiced. (Nothing ruins a cat macro as fast as poor kitty pidgin - it's like hearing me trying to use hip urban slang. Painful.)

However, as himself is allergic, I no longer have cats. And since our dog pack went down from three to two, and aged a bit, they don't get up to much other than couch lolling and the occasional postman barking anymore. I cannot participate in pet humor culture!

I do, however, have a baby.



If this makes no sense to you at all? Congratulations - you have a much more sophisticated sense of humor than I do. Not that that's saying much.