Right now, I don’t particularly care what kind of plotline this fits into. I’m just delighting in the parade of country music superstars of yesteryear, rendered in feline form and reduced to hawking cat food. Who’s next? Furball Haggard? Calico Harris? Minnie Purrle? Tomcat Goldthwait?
Conway Kitty, however, is an amazingly effeminate looking man-cat. That hair, those ears, his obvious delight in eating the liver of force-fed rats or birds chopped up and cooked in a delicate egg dish? Girly, girly, girly!
I’m also liking Teeka here. She really, really loves this ad, and she’d not going to drop it, no matter how angry it makes her husband. And he hates it so much it made him constipated, which is a lot of hate for a commercial.
