Ask Weirsdo: St. Peter the Captist

Though not a Captist, Diamonelle is sympathetic to their cause.
RBUD liked the print of St. Peter the Captist.
That's actually by my Cousin T., the one who sent me some jokes a while back. Her father was my grandfather's brother (the geologist grandfather, not the minister). This actually does not look exactly like Peter, but I think she approximated after they visited. Peter was a great cat because he only liked me, even though my parents fed him. He followed me everywhere and waited for me to get home from school every day. He liked to get up on my chest and rub his face against mine. He used to get so excited he forgot to swallow and drooled a bit. He had been starved as a kitten and consequently ate a lot, ending up looking pretty roly-poly, with little stubby legs. He would try anything I ate or drank, including apricot juice, and he sometimes got his face stuck in almost empty yogurt cartons Unfortunately he was hit by a car and killed while I was at music camp when I was 14.
Labels: Captism, cats, Dad, Diamonelle, doll baby, Doug, education, Hobbes Jr., Mom, Mrs. Weirsdo






4 Comments:
So sentimental. It's makes me so sad to think about flat cats. Maybe St. Dusty Doggy is catching him like a frisbee.
St. Peter sounds like a cool cat! And I know my cool cats!
Heyyy, Icy! The Word Verifyer thing is "dogyn."
Peter sounds like a dog in a cat's body. They can fix that now.
Really he sounds awfully cool.
HAIREFLEA, TOM AND ICKY!!!!
Bless you, C. C. C.!
We Litteral Captists do not joke about our saints, Mr. Dog!
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