As previously mentioned, growing up we had a cat named Mr. Kitty. He was a "recycled pet" as Hubcap lovingly described most of our pets. Hubcap believed that Mr. Kitty was French. She also believed that he drove a chartreuse Citron.
One day she opened the front door and saw Mr. Kitty sitting on the front lawn in front of one of the trees. She bellowed to him in a come-hither voice, "Well, helllloooo, Monsieur."
At that precise moment, a man, who had been jogging down the street, appeared from behind the tree, on the other side from Mr. Kitty. The jogging man couldn't see the cat. All he heard was my mom calling seductively from her front door to "Monsieur", as he ran passed our house.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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Was he all " Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"
I'll bet he changed his jogging route after that. Let's hope your mom was decently dressed.
Funnyy. Did she try to explain? I've done things like that before. It is embarrassingly funny.
ROFL!!! That is the funniest visual. EVER.
That's hilarious!
LOL! Hubcap is lucky he didn't decide to hang around and talk with her. ;)
That is hilarious. I can totally see your mom doing that.
oh how funny, I think my fam's dog is french too!
oh how funny, I think my fam's dog is french too!
Oddly, my poodle is not one iota French even though I gave him a French name. Although sometimes I fake French sounding talk for him. lol
too funny!
Erm...how did you survive the embarassment of your childhood? It would ahve taken me years to forgive my mother for that. I find it hilarious now of course but that is because I am now a mother and realise it IS my mission to embarass my children as frequently as possible!
Oooh, that's funny...that man is like moi? I'll be right in.
This was tres, tres, freaken funny!
I bet that made the joggers day. LOL!
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