...is my cat. Duh! Which one one of these things looks the most like a giant, benevolent robot? My cat. I never thought much about what I'd named Optimus Prime about seven years ago (except to occasionally bask in her name's majesty) until everyone's favorite director, Michael Bay (so understated!), recently butchered- I mean, loving tributed- those wacky robots in disguise, Transformers. I'd like to think my cat is a little less preachy and self-righteous than her robot counterpart can be at times, what with his moral tirades and... energy axe. But the point I was making was that my cat is awesome, and I'd be totally down if she decided to lead the autobots, or turn into a truck or something.
This is so hysterical that I'm now sorely tempted to photoshop my cats destroying Tokyo.
Posted by: ambika | 2007.07.13 at 14:43