Cat food came in what we called “cans”! Now THAT’S funny! Because they ARE cans!
Boy, I can remember when you couldn’t swing a dead cat in this town without hitting ………
uh, I mean, uh, never mind.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TJ: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoe box at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing ‘Hallelujah.’
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe ya’.
Will Cat Cat tell Bucky to get off his lawn??
Funny, I’ve read this strip since the onset decades ago. And I still don’t remember this story arc. The most memorable of all of the guest characters remains Mac.
“Five years older” is significant in catworld. I remember one of the two times I’ve seen it snow where I live in Phoenix in the last thirty-five years, and all the neighborhood cats were walking around looking at the sky, obviously thinking something like “I’m seven years old and I’ve never seen anything like this happen in all my life!”
I remember cans.
I remember the cans of really cheap cat food-none of this fancy feast crud. Puss’n’boots was good enough: processed fish cannery leftovers. It smelt bad coming out of the can and even worse when it came out the other end.
RIP, Richard Jeni. http://www.cc.com/video-clips/6kmgg7/comedy-central-presents-brought-up-catholic
Yep – 5 years in cat is like 25 in people.
When I was a boy you had to walk 5 miles just to complain to a neighbor. Not like today when you can gripe on the Internet where no one will care.