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“Everybody loves cats and banjos”

       — Old Mama Weasel, deceased


Cats and banjos. Pure blogging gold.

It was the day before 4th of July, and the minions were frolicking, happy and congenial. I just couldn’t bear to post some angsty political think piece and ruin the mood.

Okay, you know what? I had nothing on my mind today. Enjoy!


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: July 3, 2007, 5:16 pm

Banjo kitten
Dat Ol’ ded kitten
He ain’t much on’ movin’
He ain’t much on’ spittin’
He jes keep on twangin’
He keep on twangin’ along.

Dat Ol’ ded kitty
He don’ want yo’ pity
He don’ chase de’ mices
And he don’ smell pretty
He jes keep on twangin’
He jes’ keep on twangin’ along.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: July 3, 2007, 5:37 pm

The banjo kitten
Playing his whole life away
Before being peeled.

The banjo kitten
Laying at his mother’s breast
Well – her skin anyway.

Comment from Banjo Kitten
Time: July 3, 2007, 9:17 pm

I iz mime

Trapped in invisible box

Comment from whitishrabbit
Time: July 3, 2007, 9:22 pm

I can haz antifreeze.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 4, 2007, 6:58 am

There. I fixed Banjo Cat.

Comment from Lokki
Time: July 4, 2007, 7:43 am

Oh say can you see, on your banjo’s five strings

What so loudly meowed at the twilight’s last gleaming?

With broad stripes and bright eyes ‘twas a cute little thing

That in my shoes I saw was so arrogantly peeing!

And the cat shit stepped in and the smell in the air

Gave proof thro’ the night the little bastard shits anywhere.

O vey! Can that new sofa he clawed up be saved?

That was the straw that put kitty-kins in his grave!

Comment from Gnus
Time: July 4, 2007, 8:23 am

My banjo ’tis of thee,
Dead kitteh smells of pee.
Every time I sniff.
Land of the litterbox pride,
and cat food ads so snide,
Let freedom whiff.


Dead kittehs shoot lightning out their ass.

Happy 4th, Sweasel, et al.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: July 4, 2007, 9:00 am

Ded Kitty-Cat
(from “Chim-Chimney” by Robert B. Sherman)

Ded Kitty-cat
Ded Kitty-cat
You be so sweet!
You’re stuck on my banjo
Like so much dead meat…

Ded Kitty-cat
Ded Kitty-cat
What shall I do?
You’re fur – it rubs off
When I play tunes with you

– If I play Dualing Banjos
Your whiskers unglue!

Now – as a kitten –
Your neck has been wrung.
You may think being ded
Is the bottomest rung.

Being fingered and strummed
Might not seem much like bliss
But – strangled and strung up –
I’m hearing no hiss.

– I still hide from your owner
He’s really quite pissed.

Comment from Dawn
Time: July 4, 2007, 9:39 am

Happy Fourth of July everyone! Today is my absolute favorite holiday! We are going to our town’s little parade and then a barbeque and then we are going to sit on blankets at the primary school and watch the firecrackers! God Bless the USA! I get to say that because I am not a grumpy atheist.

Comment from whitishrabbit/amuirin
Time: July 4, 2007, 11:03 am

On the 4th of July , 1776 the Declaration of Independence was signed and adopted by the Continental Congress. Famous among the signees was John Hancock who’s signature was the largest, Benjamin Franklin, 70 years old at that time, and two future presidents, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams.

Thomas Jefferson became in his life-time a scientist, an astronomer, a musician, a philosopher and a president. But symbolically, his most lasting act was that of a speech writer. He drafted the Declaration of Independence based on the ideas of English philosopher John Locke, and Thomas Paine’s pamphlet ‘common sense’.

The two future presidents, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams were close friends in youth, and passionate rivals as they grew older and their opinions diverged. They reconciled in late life and maintained a famous correspondence.

Adams and Jefferson passed away on the same day, the 4th of July, 1826, the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.

Adam’s last words were “Jefferson lives.” Little did he know Jefferson had preceded him to death’s door by a mere few hours.

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