
Houston, we have lift off.
uh oh. i fink we gotz a problum.
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Houston, we have lift off.
uh oh. i fink we gotz a problum.
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Luks liek we haz a problum too!
Congrats mmm!
Kitteh lebitaytes!
Cormgrainulashuns pon ewez duel nawght-Secund! Da bar iz openz!
okayee weir on r wai!
Of kours, he is part of teh itty bitteh space-kitteh commiteh.
Cud dis bee anuvver kitteh light as fevver, stiff as board?
Luks liek U cud hold himz awt in frunt uv U by tayle!
Congratz Anni! Letz go to teh bar – watt’ll u hab?
At dis tiem uv nite Ai juss haz hawt chokklit, thx – iz 11.10 pm heer an neerlee tiem Ai wuz in bed!
Maiy ai mek ewe too bootiful tropacal frozzun drinkkz wit lil bummbershootz?
O mai, taht sownds bery ekzotik, ai be beri pleezed to trai one.
Nd dis iz no tiem fur lebitee.
repulsed by the idea?
fly, kitteh! fly an bee free!
Ai wush dat mov wer in mai repourtoira!
Yep, dere aer tiemz wen it wud be berry yooseful iffn hoomins cud flie!
*Q. strolls in, bearing aloft a large round hammered brass tray, etched with delightful designs. She purchased this *ahem* many years ago, in the souks of Tunis.
Sips and noms, anyone? Whatever you desire, the magic tray will produce.
*Pours herself a dry Hendricks gin martoonie, wiv a spear of cucumber. Nabs a handful of salted, roasted pecans.
*Cheerz, m’deerz!
Thx Q * taeks a cup uv hawt chokklit an a cookee*
oooooooo. wut tu choooz???
*porez self a egg straw nommy chokklit martoonee
*FIndz a lubbee brownee wif chokklit saws on deh tray.
nom sip nom sip nom sip
Fankeez Q!
tanks! Ai wil hab a Diet Koke and a pecan treet
Hay der awl mii wunnerful frens!! Ihaz LOTS ub left ober fudz frum da lunchonion todai — I haz fried chickens an mostoochoolies an bred and taters an sweetie fings – browniez an pound caek an kookies .. halp yerselbes!!
Matt send off wuz berry berry beeyooteemus – I reded eech an ebery messij – yous ar awl the bestest bestest peeps eenywearz (da failbloggerz two!!!)
{{{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}}}
Yur strenf iz an egg sample to us awl.
Fankie — you stillz gotta eet sum fudz doh — oar I weel bee eetin mostoochoolies furr a berry long tyme!!!
Ai be berri onord to shayre sum noms wiv u adn awl teh cheezfrens
*helpz seff to mooostachoolies n sum fryd chikn*
Bee bak soon for teh caek, aifinkso.
ah need help here as well. they have carrot cake in catering tonight.
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I have a weakness for carrot cake.
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help meh or ah’ll eat the whole thing, wressslin’ folks down for the last piece. nawt prettah.
hog ties Dan and steels teh last peece for herownseff
must resist……………..must………….resist.
*starts gnawin’ at tha ropes*
**frows Dan lotsa baykun, to distraktify him**
*wallows inna baykun*
ah-HAH, now the ropes’er slippery
*wiggles farther outta the ropes*
U iz suppozed ta EET teh baykin, nawt waller innit!
Ya BIG PIG!
**wunderz now if Dan iz gonna Breakaway**
ah ah-ah, but I CAN breakaway…
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eventually.
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and Tidmum better guard her garters cause ahm gonna come after that cayke!!
U nawt at teh cayk yet.
A fortriss has been bilded arown it.
See a few posts down…
*Puts ducky tape obber Dans mouf*
**EETS DA TAYPE**
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gnar-gnar, gnargnargnar
After awl dat taype yu shuld bii full now, problem solved.
*sucks teefes cleen*
PTUI, yick…the tayste offa cheep duck-taype…ah say ahgaine, yick.
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*starts back onna ropes*
gnargnargnar….
Ah grate. Now himz tryin to be Foghorn Leghorn….
**guzzlols margajareeta**
**bildz a razur-wyre fense arown teh carrit cayk**
**adds elektriklol currint**
{{{Elsa_Mama}}}
{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}
The food from the celebration of Matt’s life is delicious! I loves the moostacholies!
Oh fankies — iz frum a pais called SkuttleButts… hab sum fried chickens too and a beeg piece ub pound caek …
Yu shared teh last yeer wif us – wez priv…priliv…happitayl to be part ov tihs hard tyme wif yu.
An Iz speshly happitayl to be part of teh mostoochoolies, tu…ai lurvs teh pastas!
{{{{{EM}}}}}
Matt furst samamafone teecher played heem saxamafone az Matt was lower inta heem gwave. Heem did nawt tellz eenywun he wuz gunna doo dat… I onlee nose cuz wun peep sawed heem get hiim horn and waitified ta see… Shee sed wuz beeyooteemus. He played Amazing Grace …. I sawed him at the cemetary and heem wuz beery upset. He putted a sax reed onna da casket. Butt I did nawt seez hiim affer…
{{{{{{{EM}}}}}}}
I so sry u had tu berrying ur beyootiful boi.
Me too …
Butt heem iz otay — iz jest us poor souls left on da earth dat ar sadz — iz selfish ta wnatz heem ta stayz heer wif mee. But, I doo —wish he wuz still heerz wif mee….
Butt datz naught fur me to getz – sew i well bee ok — no uther choice … I haz mee beeyootweeful daughter – Christine. She bee 13.
How iz yur dotter doing?
She iz ok — sheez strong — shez her mutter’s dotter …
An at 13 sheez steel selfish enuf too take kaer ub herselfs.. shell miss he brudder berry berry berry muchly. dey onlee 16 munfs apartz and wile dey foughted dey lubbed eech otter too.
Iz gud dat yu haz each other. We are awl heer for yu, an Christine tu, iffin shii shuld need sumfing.
{{{{Elsa_Mama & Family}}}
{{{{{{{{{{EM and famly and all da sad cheezpeeps!}}}}}}
taht wuz a beyewtiful fing fer teh teecher tew dew
{{{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}}
I imagine he had to be with himself for a while.
Grief can be like that.
yes — he wanted to play for Matt all by himself, just for the two of them. he did not want it to be a performance, but only a tribute. I fully understand!!
{{{{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}}}}
Sadly,I cud nawt be at Tribute LOL today.But mai Deer fren Ambercat posted in mai absence.
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This is whut I postified awn mai FB status erlier..
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I excused myself from the hairdressers chair at 3pm. I went outside and stood in a beautiful little courtyard.The rain had just cleared,the sun came out fleetingly and I saw a rainbow glistening in the sky. Go Well Matt. It was your rainbow.
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Teh Tidhowse sends much love and light to You an Matt’s fambly.
Tidmum, that is beautiful. How appropriate that a rainbow showed up at that very moment.
*wipes leaky eyes*
It was very touching.
On Tuesday I was out for dinner wif teh BF and told him about Elsa_Mama and Matt. Neither of us has kids but we was both teh leaky-eyed over teh situation. When we left teh restrunt, there was a rainbow in teh sky. I wasn’t thinking about it at teh time, but I’m sure it was there for Matt. I hadn’t seen one for a lotta whiles before that.
Elsa_Mama – I was a little foggy at first, reading about Matt’s sax instructor, then finally figure it out as I read along…the lowering into the grave is generally done outside the presence of all but the cemetery workers…and this kind gentle person gave his this homegoing gift from his heart, anonymously. (must go cry some more now, the pressure from the tears is building in my head) {{{EM and Christine}}}
I guess it’s obvious I couldn’t cry and type at the same time…
figure = figured
gave his this = gave him this
It all made sense when it was blurry from tears…oh, well, I imagine it made sense to the other leaky eyed cheezfrens too.
Iz tuching sotree.
Souns like Matt madez menny frenz even in short lief, grate compliment tu him and tu yur reering uv him!
{{{{{{Elsa_Mama}}}}}} so sorree abowt Matt.
**grabz enless margajareeta**
houston, we have a problem!
Da Saimese spais program beh takin awf!
Wotgoes up muss cum down, prepayr fur kitteh krash-landing.
Kitteh wull land awn hims feets.
wif pointy endz deployed fur safety! (Hiz safety, nawt urz)
N he b like Yea, I ment to do dat!
Eggsept wen kitteh haz butt-erd toast strapt to himz bak – den wich won wil land rite wai up ai wunders?
Oh, grate – anovver wun to ponder in teh smawl howers ov teh morning…
Iz bedderer tahn layin awaik doin nuffin!!
Flyin kitteh
Stalks his natural prey– snacks
goin 2 moon
bRb
Moon who?
*Averts eyes*
*taiks deep breff…cheezfolks cuvver tehyre eerz in antisi….pashun!*
♫ MOOOOON RIVERRRRR, wider than a mile…….♫
*Averts ears*
*giggles wildly* Hey, dey wrote a sawng bout my hiney!
after that last chair-crawl of mine, BLUE MOON could qualify as the song about my aft-section. bruised and abraded.
abraded, like with a cheesegrater. let’s not contemplate annyting else………..shall we?
I cannutt halp it…
….it just…happens….
ah maht be “moderately” hirsute, but that’s just not possible
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I hope.
Dat musta been uwn HECKUVA gas bubblol!
Musta had Taco Bell fur dindin.
Yah, ifn I go runnin foar teh boardur, I ushulee has to go runnin foar teh potty laytur.
eggstreem hovering, kitteh style!
yup wer amde at teh kittin planit to get baktor bert plase
Liftoff good, Plz open Sunroof!
heh dyd sumwun gooze meh?
hahaha thats really cute