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.
In Adam’s defense, this one single cat food ad must have gone on for at least about fifteen minutes now.
Either that or it’s been half a minute and Teeka keeps telling him how much she loves it every five seconds, which would also be a bit irritating.
Comment by Rowboat — May 27, 2008 @ 12:53 pm
Conway Twitty really did have hair like that. I saw him on a Time Life commercial the other day and my husband was laughing at it (the hair.)
Comment by laura — May 27, 2008 @ 5:54 pm
I’m still disturbed by the fact that Adams first objection to the cat food ad was that he didn’t think he’d like the taste of it.
Mind you, if my wife was avidly watching what seems more like an infomercial than a 30 second ad spot and kept pointing out how great it was, I’d have been out of there already.
Comment by Michael — May 27, 2008 @ 7:13 pm