For 20 years several friends and I have laughed until our noses bubbled at this cartoon. Once, while we were at a fancy restaurant (translation: linen tablecloths, non-plastic utensils), one of these goofy friends inscribed “cat fud” on a cloth napkin and handed it to me. Well…you can dress us up, but you can’t take us anywhere.
Why is this so funny? Is it the hard work, determination and futile optimism of the dog combined with the lassitude of the cat?
I'm Robyn. And no, I don't know where Batman is. I love my own jokes, smooth jazz, Pixar shorts and taking photos. I dislike spiders and I'm pretty sure I'm not keen on sky-diving. I've been known to have deep and meaningful conversations with your voicemail. I live in the suburbs, even though I don't have a horse, any children or a yacht. I have a girl crush on Maggie Smith. I make terrible typos on a regular basis. And lastly, you can call me Hobs.
For 20 years several friends and I have laughed until our noses bubbled at this cartoon. Once, while we were at a fancy restaurant (translation: linen tablecloths, non-plastic utensils), one of these goofy friends inscribed “cat fud” on a cloth napkin and handed it to me. Well…you can dress us up, but you can’t take us anywhere.
Why is this so funny? Is it the hard work, determination and futile optimism of the dog combined with the lassitude of the cat?
Thanks for making my nose bubble again.