Oprea kittah
rehearses his death sceen
dis is the scene he’s preparing for…
picture: dunno source, via our lolcat builder. lol caption: Keith James
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Yay
kitteh zing loud efen if nout wel
A kurs, a kurs on bof yer howses!
A playge, eben. Mai apologees to Merkootio and Mr Shaykspeer.
Bote ub dem is ded nao. Dey forgibs yoo . . . postmortemly!
In kitteh oprahs there muss be *nine* deth seens per karackter! Shew!
Ow….yer right!
“Alright, who cried when Old Yaller died?”
Me! Me! Me!
ai still do *sniff*
Me, too! Jez reed deh lazt cupple pagges ub de book, an ai gozza pieces. Deh mubbie iz one a mai favrites!
o solo meow!
Yu readed mi mynd! Haow you du dat???
emajin teh kontentz of Hunter Thompson’s trunk in “Fear and Loathing” multaply taht by twenty and streeeech that owt ovar a peeriyud of about nien yeerz, yood be pritty sykik too aftar taht.
mefinks dat yooz need sum kownsling after dat…..
Eber dat oar to shaer!
Ooo…u muss needz many snorgles….
Anyone wanna join teh snorgle chain?
**rub puuuuurr snorgle….**
snorgles is alwayes goods!
***prrrr … snorgle … headswipe … purrrrrr***
snorgle chayn, huh? sownds gud too me! ai lubs me sum snorglin akshun!
*prrrr prrrrrrr -maykin biskits- prrrrrr prrrr prrr*
“maykin biscuits” – is this what we calls “paddlin?” where kitteh do foot trammplin with front pawses?
I lyke dis phrayse berry much!
teh yeerz spent abyoozing teh many veryus and sundree foarmz of “people-nip” wuz pretty fun most of teh time, aktuly. it wuz also a long tiem ago too. Ai wuz baysikully a teh land-bound modern kwivalent of a pyrit frum teh aej of 16 until ai wuz 25. all whyel stil keeping an A averij thru my seenyur yeer of hyskul and a B averij thru mai furst 2 yeerz of kolij… hek, ai oanly drawpt owt bekoz ai wuz too bizy wf my dai-jawb and sum fambly risponzabiluteez, otehrwiez i wuz what tehy call “high functioning”…meening taht i cud still do important stuf in a kompitant manur wylst in an alterd staet of konshisness
hoo-ebber sed criem duz nawt pay wuz neber a suksesful kriminul. ai wud haev stuk wif it but ai noze taht awl luk runz owt ebenchewally and ai gnu i miet get kot sooner oar laetur
but ahm not wun to refyuuz extra snorgles eether
A snorgle chayn! Cownt me in!
*snorgle snorgle, purr purr, hed-butt*
We alwziys cawled de “makin biskits” sumthing els – we calld it “goin paw-pawz.” Nuffin kwite liek de fayc ub a happeh kitteh doin dat!
@handikat
yep, dems are wun an der saem
@The Crapture
Pierats lief sowns liek wun hellova yoof. Ail reed yoor memwars
purr
snorgle
purr
*happy feets*
yay Crapture! Ai byes and reeds ur memerwa….memoir….lyf storry, 2! Bee sur to tells us wen it coms to Boarders! ai be in line furst! Can ai has ur autograff??????
mi mommie alys sed dat shearing were a gud fing.
i’z berry tired and I read “shearing” and thought “only if you’re a sheep” and then the lolcat translator kicked in and I read it right.
snosrgle-chain sumfin noo on ICHC. DO WANT!!
*snorgle snorgle purr purr knead knead CHOMP*
Oh sry, dass wut mah kittehs do wen dey gets too happie. Here, I liks it nao. All bedder.
Me too!! U muss be tele- teli- can reedz minds!!
I want to sing-a
About the moon-a
And the June-a
And the Spring-a
Maus – I thawt it waz ur drammatikal dyin’ maus seen, noe?
Yesh. See my commint to dapanferkitteh beloe.
Ai luvs dat cartune.
An heer’s his singin teecher!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrixGv4fUSY&feature=related
It’ll show up ebenchully….
ambercat – remember to take of teh “http://* an it will come up rite away.
Tee hee!!! I clickied the linkee and the videeoh started. Mai kitteh, Stormy, sleeps behine my commpooter monniter – she popped up to luuk arownd fur where the kitteh mao wuz commeeng frum!! Den boff goggies pop up and whyne and carry on .. den heer coms Hacker, mai ovver kat! Dey awl was sayin “wut is that kitteh cryin foar, Momma?” I dun fink dey lieked dat!
It upset mai Amber kitteh too – Ai had to tern to sownd orf. Poor Amber, she’d hidded unner teh sawftee blankit nao
Oh deer.
Ai fort mai kitteh had kitteh idol powtenshul, but shes got nawfink on dis yowler.
*hope krusht*
Gess ai wont be a stayge mommee aftur awl.
mai oranj tabbee vokal lyk dat wen naybor kitteh in owr yard. Tiger sez he nowt want u heer!
Der waz lunce a tomykitteh hu caem tru mai yard frum taim tu taim saying, cleerlee, “Bow,WOW! Bow WAU!” Guezz he waz bilingal.
Dass wut I waz finkin–dis kitteh not happitail. Himz upset cuz anodder kitteh is in himz yard. If u lissen keerfully, u can heer teh odder kitteh yowling bak.
I dunno eggsackly wut dis kitteh waz sayin, but it made mah goggie git offn teh cowch! Nao all mah kittehs is awake an nerviss.
I can has Nessun dorma?
“Nessun dorma” indeed!!! ai just played taht an awl mai catz runned upstairz – even brave Barney!
Akshullee – mai beloved Florian used to maek soundz liek taht when teh stranjer cat wuz awn the deck outsied mai kitchun. *sniff* Ai still cannawt speek ov Florian wiffaut teerz soming to mai ayes.
As oposed to Oprah kitteh who sez “you win a car, and you win a car, and you win a car!”
but onlee if U vote 4 obamers
dis what I tink when I read it first too
yes, and he’s holding onto that couch for dear life with his pointy ends
Duznt sumebuddy fall awf a cliff in Forza del Destino?
Purrvarotti hits teh hi C wif clea toen an stunning vibratoe.
May he R.I.P.
Ai’m finking uv hiz Nessoon Doorma frum Turandot – verrrryy dramaticall inndeedd
Yes, but he iz nawt dying there. Ai will trai to think ov suitable sying scene! Ar lots – need gud wun.
Iz kitteh a tenner or a berrytoes? Posa in Don Carlo has grate def seen for berrytoes .
Deh onlee opra recurd dat put me in teers waz Robbie Merrill in Posa’s death scene. Izza fablous deff sceen, n ai luv Posa!
Placi sing Nessun Dorma lyin daun er reclinin sumetimes. Diz cud be hiz final flurish, on “Vincero, Vincero!” annod a deff sceen t’all.
Yas, but maybe Purrcini………..could be Meozart too
Dat def seen – iz makez me tink uv Maus.
Why fank you *blush*. I does it better, ob corse. My modesty, let me show you it
Datz wat ai waz teenkins!! “Maus, dat u?!”
direktor must tell kitteh teh Jazz Hand not be rite for dis sene.
Lion-teen Price duz her final bow after din Aeeeda
Or Toscat’s finale aria….
Berry gud, kitteh. You can has oscar and tony and lots uv gushyfud
Poor kitteh… Shotz by reel tranquilaizer gun insted of teh fakez one
Toscat FTW! “Meowrio! Meowrio!”
Diz luks laik Ballo in Maschera tu me.
Er mebbe tenners deth sceen in Lucia de Yammermore.
Ha! got it. Must be “Otello.” He haz just strangleded
N den stabbs selp. Cud be.
Oh noes – this wuz nawt finished. Ai wuz gonna say – cud be Otello after he killed Desdemona – finds awt she wuz innocent – stabs self – an (verey dramaticallee drags hisself over to teh byeootful and nao lifeless Desdemona singing “un bacio . . .ancor un bacio. . .ancor un ba.. .a. . (fawls ded). Sobbingz frum teh audienz.
BUTT – ai think JAJEH’S idea ov “Un Ballo in Maschera” iz better. Riccardo dies fur a prettee long tiem – often luking mutch liek this.
Riccardo diez all ober de place! Simon Boccanegra haz de long-long deff sceene, goez on furebber bud he diedda poizin.
LUVZ Bokanegra! So menny basses!
Wud abowt Trovatoray, de bebeh getz trwon in de fiyre!
Riccardo luking mutch laik dis? Ur sooo lukkay – mai Riccardos wuz never so kyoot as dis bai HARF, cuz dey wuz all tenrs… (am so gladd am metso an doan hav to kis da tenrs soa mutch!)
Wat, Desdemonn? Ded? Desdemonn?
“Kill teh wabbit, kill teh wabbit, kiiiiiiiill teh waaaaaaaaabbit!”
Looney Tunes ref, FTW!!!
What’s Opera, Doc?
“OOOh Bwoonhilwda, you’re so wuvwy!”
Poe widdel bunneh! *sniff sniff*
What did you expect, a happy ending?
To flea or not to flea
Scratch? Is the kwestshun.
Wedder tis nobler to suffer da itch
Or by scratchy hooman fingers, relieve dem.
Oprea Kitteh: “Figaro Figaro FIIIIIGAAARRRROOOO!!!!”
(Figaro stickz hed owt winduh) “WHAT??!!!!”
Oprea Kitteh: “uh yew lef yer lightz on in car kthanxbai”
oh datz laff out loud funnee….
Yep….iz teh lollest!
I’m da Babah ob Dabill!
Pigawo! Pigawo!
Unna mai kittehs sings obera neerlee ebbry nait. He alldernate between Cavalleria RUsticana n Wagner. Speshully fonda Wotan’s farewell tu dotter.
Leb’ woooooooooooohhhhhhl
Du kühnes, herrliches Kind!
Du meines Herzens heiligster Stolz!
Leb’ wohl! Leb’ wohl! Leb’ wohl!
(weeping)
Dazzit!! Benniboi sing dat berry, berry well. Bud onee wen de laits ar off n he gedz hiz catnip toi.
o meow babino caro
Ai noes neks to nuffink bowt opra, but ais stil heer teh ryde ov teh valkieries plei in der bakgrown wile looking at dis kitteh.
Beeg drama. Him has it.
Mebbe Siegfried’s deff.
Siegfried is ded??!?
Poor taigers, ownlee wun daddee left *snif*
I heerz he wil maek teh fuhl reekubberee doah.
yeh–himz onlee mostly ded
Bru:nnhilde,
Heilige Braut,
wach’ auf! o:ff’ne dein Auge!
(snif!) Poor Siegfried! Stabbed in the back.
Ai lub de spot whair dedd Sieggy raizes arm n maeks gesture. Ai awways tink its an obseen finnger!
Teh Ring rawks. Kittehs no a gud fing.
U sherkno yer Wagger!
Liddle Theresa did a dissertayshun on him long taim aggo.
But wut bout CheezPeeps! Dey gots Eyetalian and Chernman Oppra AND Shaykspeer cobberd!!
Theresa – hao did yoo come to do a dissertayshun awn him? Ar yoo a singer too? Doo yoo know a lot abawt Wagnerian singerz? Ai’m shur ar nawt so mennee peeple heer hoo can quote Wotan’s fairwel wiffaut luking at a score.
Hav yoo seen teh current Met produkshun of”Goetterdaemmerung?” Ai saw it a couple of yeers ago with a wonderful Russhin soprano (whose nayme eggskapes mee at teh momen). She wuz slim and prettee. She wandered way to teh bak of the stage – lukkin over teh cliff – thinking gudbye to her werld – and tehn she turned and RAN down stage, leeping over a copple of roks and throwed herself into Wotan’s arms – her arms around hiz nek and her feet tucked up behind her liek a liddle gurl.
Wuz best ai have ever seen. Weeping in the audience did ensew! Wuz maed so cleer taht this wuz just Daddee and his liddle gurl.
Cuz if yoo doo,
I iz nawt Tybalt!
j00 knoah…teh Prins ub Kittehs?
Ekkselent!!
Iz MerCatio, mebbe!?
Hmmmm…kud B….
Iz neiver so deep as a well
nor so waid as a cherch dore
but ’twill serve
Himz Mer CYOOTseeoh!
Hamlet’s Kitteh (hoep dis awl gitz awn heer)
To go outside, and there perchance to stay
Or to remain within: that is the question:
Whether ’tis better for a cat to suffer
The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
And so by dozing melt the solid hours
That clog the clock’s bright gears with sullen time
And stall the dinner bell.
To sit, to stare
Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
A wish to venture forth without delay,
Then when the portal’s opened up, to stand
As if transfixed by doubt.
To prowl; to sleep;
To choose not knowing when we may once more
Our readmittance gain: aye, there’s the hairball;
For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
And going out and coming in were made
As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
What cat would bear the household’s petty plagues,
The cook’s well-practiced kicks, the butler’s broom,
The infant’s careless pokes, the tickled ears,
The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
That fur is heir to, when, of his own free will,
He might his exodus or entrance make
With a mere mitten?
Who would spaniels fear,
Or strays trespassing from a neighbor’s yard,
But that the dread of our unheeded cries
And scratches at a barricaded door
No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
And makes us rather bear our humans’ faults
Than run away to unguessed miseries?
Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
And thus the bristling hair of resolution
Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
We pause upon the threshold of decision.
“Aye, there’s the hairball.”
*giggle*
“Caution doth make house cats of us all” – I lubs it!
Did yoo maek awl dat up yorself, Darrkwolff? Berry impressive!
Hamkit – FTW!
I comes from littel-ol-Enngerland an I is teeher of Enngerlish and teh dramas.
So I am liking dis berry much!
Darrkwolff, u haz mani cheezburgers 4 dis!
wow!
i’z sppechlees in awes!
my thots exactly
Bravo! Darkwolff, was *fantastic*!
awsumnesse, Darrkwolff!
/big Hamlet fan frum wai bak
Bray-vo, bray-VO!!!!!
Shaekzpeer adaptayshin FTW.
Incredible! Ken ai pozt dis on mai animal poems website, wich sumeday ai may create?
Sorri, guys – wurdpress go feeky on mi. Juzt testinn. Ignores, plz.
kthksbai!
Fenk yew, ebbereewun, but I din’t riet dis. A fren gibz dis 2 meh yeers agoah, an I lukked it up awn teh intarwebz, so’ze I kud shaer dis wif awl mah lolfrenz!
noaw madder, iz waz brillunt !!! fank u so muches fur bringin it to uz awl……
Iz mah plazh – pleez – iz mah much happee 2 shaer wif u awl!
Ho reelee grate taht yoo kept it awl taht tiem and nao cud find it to share wif us. So. . .just fahk yoo.
At times – werdz . . fail. .
BRELLIENT!!!1!
Dat wuz …BOOTIFUL!!!1! BRAVO! BRAVISSIMO!*sniff,sniff*
Gron deeeo! Moreer see jyovanneh!
Meow-zart!
I think my post need surtitles. Er, subtitles. Opera is hard enough to understand in Italian, let alone Italian lolcat speak.
“O God! Foar me to dye so yung!”
Trabbiata, no?
Si!
Ah, and heer i wuz tinking Don Giovanni
Considdered Don Giovanni, but wuzn’t shur witch lynes to yoose. Purrhaps “Kay infurno, kay tayrore”?
Yu got the Meow-zart right, witch maykes yu Aces in my book.
Naw-tay jorno fah-ti-car
Pair kay noola sa grahdeer
Pyona e vento sopportar,
Manjeear mahlay e mal dormeer!
Don Jyovahnni, ah chenarr tecko
m’invitahstee eh son venootoh!
Kittehs are so dramatick!
Bravo!!! Bravissimo!!!!!
Daddeh (sittin in chare in bakgrown frownin) growlz –
If I tol youz wuns, I tol youz a towsun tiems! No playin bawl in da hows! Itz awl funnangaemz until sumbuddie gitz hurt or sumptin gitz broked . . .
Teh opera izn’t ovur until teh fat kitteh sings.
♫
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
♫
I z jess a poar kit
Noah bunneh lubs meh!
Him’z jess a poar kit
Frum a poar famblee
Spaer himz lyef frum mawnstrawsitee!
….
Mamma Meow Mama Meow Mama Meow lemme go
Beelzebawb haz a goggie put asayde fer mieie, fer mieieie, fer mieieieieieie
Enney wai de win blowz duzzint reelee maaaaattteeer tu meh! Tu MEEEEEEEEEEH!1!
*uzed up awl my ayr on dat wun – throes orinj paw ober eys an faynts wit teh dramma uv it awl!*
*headbangings fur da rawk seckshun…*
…death seen, especially when awaiting help with that stuck fishbone….
Some help here (paw waving in the air), no u silly, don clap! HELP ME!
Hmm.
I tink it not bee HIS death hee bee rehersin.
I tink it bee URS, impudent hyuman.
A speshul holiday presunt, for all u hab dun dis yeer.
Teh bunneh an elf costumes.
Teh nommin ub teh cheezburgas dat u did not share.
Teh foolish goggie u broted home .
Teh lock an alarm on teh refrijuratur door.
Yes, ask not fur hoom teh bell tolls….
it tollz fur thee , stoopy hoominz
Er mebbe dat be “fur hooman teh bell tolls*
Et tu kitteh?
La commedia e finita!
Pollyatchi! Kitteh looks like a pierrot, too!
Dis may be gratest LOLcat of dem awl!!
Opera cat… Bye Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Adam Sandler… very good. Maybe we’ll get the Hanuk-cat song now.
Tank u.
Ai kin jes here hims. “EEEEEE Palolacheeee”
Acting – Kirk style.
mah voyse
let meh herz u it
CheezPeeps can haz Kulcha! We noez da Eye-talians and Chermans Oppraz, da Shaykyspeer, AND da Kween AND da Loony Toonz!
The Met’s new production of “Burger of Cheez” went off without a hitch, excepting a minor disruption shortly before the intermission. A feline playing one of the Duke von Floofenbrenner’s guards hacked up a hairball. He excused himself and went to fall asleep on his dressing room rug. “They should use understudies,” grumbled the critic from the Times. “That’s what they’re for.”
“duke von floofenbrenner” lolol
Diva Catleen BattleCat was summarily dismissed after shedding all over rival Meowa Fraidy’ s costume, and treating conductor James LeWhine to a face hug with all her pointy ends. Her only comment was “Meow-lan is howling to hear me sing!”
Iz sory 2 come sew layt, is bery long dayz at werk 2 dayz, but gotz 2 say dis b frum da “Tosca”, iz da Cattaradosi singin’ da “vittorio” jus aftur he be torrrurtured (offstage, dizcreetly, in da hi C and 7 up range) and givin da paw 2 Scarpia.
Me tinks me got day rahtz….
…and the opera iz Wagner’s “The Ringworm Cycle”…
I’m reminded of Placido Domingo from “Tosca”