Saturday, July 15, 2006
R U a "bing-binger"? Got some to spare?
These hot days have zapped me of my bing-bing. I feel like a slug. A cool breeze would go a long way to restoring my natural "bingy-ness" ... Long ago, my mom nicknamed me "Bing-bing-a-ling" because of my energy. People have "mojo" ... cats have "bing-bing." My levels are low, low, low and I don't know what to do about it because I can't control the weather and I can't take off this fur coat.
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Poor DaisyMae! Bonnie said I shuld send you ALL my bing-bing, but if you don't mind, I'd like to keep sum fur myself. So... here's some Victory bing-bing fur DaisyMae Maus.
bing-bing
-Victor
we has no bing-bing daisy mae, we is little slugs too.
Victor and "the meezers" ...
Since the a/c has been on for the past three days I have seen a resurgence in my bing-bing supply. I'm nearly 90% right now and feelin' kinda frisky (actually, before my mom took me in, my name WAS "Frisky") ... I much prefer the name I have now. My mom named my brother and me after a line in the movie "Tombstone" where Val Kilmer (as "Doc" Holliday) tells Wyatt Earp something about being his "Huckleberry" if he'll be his "Daisy" ... So, she named us Huckleberry Finn and DaisyMae Maus (I threw in the "Maus" part for good measure ... One should be able to say one's own name, right?).
Anyway, I'm feeling "bing-y" and feel like chasing some of the Feline-Americans ... Where's that pipsqueak, Lucky Charmz ... I think that I wanna chase him.
DaisyMae Maus
That's a great way to get a name! Bonnie was supposed to mean pretty, like a bonnie lass. But instead she's as mean as the Bonnie frum Bonnie & Clyde. So they said they needed a sweet lil boy kitty to be Clyde. Then I dopted Mom an I was already Victor, not Clyde.
My bing-bing was back last night after Dad gave me chicken. Real live dead cooked chicken. I made Bonnie mad cuz I wanted to play an she didn't. See, she's 9 an I'm 16 months, so we don't get along so good... yet.
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