All this time
I thought Mrs. Wigglebottom was a cat. Aunt B. on Kathy McIntyre’s publishing the names and addresses of pit bulls (which I discussed here):
No, I’m not going to run out and buy a gun. Yes, I will continue to be ill-at-ease about guns. But, god damn if Say Uncle doesn’t remind me of the importance of… well, fuck me, boys, I don’t even know what you call yourselves… guns-rights-advocates (?) and the necessity of throwing props their way every once in a while.
Why, you may ask, am I moved to cheer for guns-rights-advocates? Because when it comes to the silliness and offensiveness of trying to shame people into “proper” behavior, they get it.
I prefer to be called gun nut.
January 30th, 2006 at 12:00 pm
You thought Mrs. Wigglebottom was a cat? That tickles me. Mrs. Wigglebottom only wishes she were a cat, then she wouldn’t get into trouble for trying to eat the cat food.
January 30th, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Well, yeah. Your blog isn’t called Tiny Dog Pants.
January 30th, 2006 at 1:17 pm
True enough. I should have probably thought about how little cats do (eat, sleep, piss and moan, shoot dirty looks, hide) before I named the blog after them. The dog gets talked about the most because she does the most.