Now he's gone too far!
Silver Fox here, fellow babies, the "Lynch" half of the torpedoed partnership known as Simpson/Lynch Studios.
I was taking care of a sick friend all day (and night!) Thursday, and didn't get home until the wee hours of Friday morning. (In fact, the only way I was able to follow Theme Thursday posts was by using my sick friend's computer.) But I've been so busy lately anyway, in addition to that, that I decided a few days earlier to allow my cat, Orson, to write the Theme Thursday post on my "The Lair of the Silver Fox" blog.
Here's a shot of me taking care of my sick friend:
Uhhh... It's not what it looks like, fellow babies! Y'see, she was having trouble breathing at one point, and...
Oh, never mind.
Anyway, I finally arrived home, but before I even got inside, I found this photo of my beloved cat tacked to my door:
My shrewd powers of deduction eventually told me who'd catnapped my kid... I mean, kidnapped my cat... and left those two items for me to find: My ex-friend and even-more-ex-writing partner, Skip Simpson!
Dude! Where's! My! Cat!
This not only means war, this means The War to End All Wars! The Alpha and the Omega. The Clash of the Titans. The Be-All and End-All. Last Man Standing. The Bold and the Beautiful. The Young and the Wrestling. The
Foxster Hulkster versus the Macho Man. A no-holds-barred, "blood, guts, and veins in my teeth" fight-to-the-finish, accompanied by weapons of mass destruction in a WTF ("Wrestle That F***er") ring!!!
Thanks for your time, and stay tuned, sports fans!
Orson in happier times. Obviously.