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Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA
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So, am I the only one who's losing sleep over this:
There's such a thing as a 'spitfire'. And there's such a thing as a 'hellcat'.
(And both of these are very good things, often used to describe... um, well, gymnasts, I guess... and spunky strippers, and... uh, old warplanes, I think. And them's good eatin', right?)
Moving on.
So, in addition to 'spitfire' and 'hellcat', there's also 'hellfire'. Which is not so good, from what I understand, but it still gets a lot of play, particularly from the Southern Baptist crowd.
But with all of these combinations, wouldn't you expect there to also be a 'spitcat'? Where the hell's my 'spitcat', people? What do the wordmakers have against 'spitcat', dammit? I want my fricking 'spitcat'!
Oh, come on. Where's your sense of moral outrage? All used up on Janet Jackson's boob?
Yeah, well, you're not the first to 'use it all up' on those plastic taters of hers. Take a number.
And... you know, let's not tell anyone about this whole 'spitcat' thing. I just feel dirty now. Maybe I'll go watch some gymnastics. Those spitcats are tasty!
To Charlie,I don't know if your "spitcat"question has been answered yet, but a Spitcat is a Triumph Spitfire with a Jaguar (V-8 or V-12)engine.luke.
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I've got your spitcat -in the form of a cat who gets very pissed off and hisses until she spits every time we spray a little deodorizer in "her" bathroom (yes, my master bath has become kitty's budoir). I'll never get another cat again. I yearn for the day when we can have a sweet, but dumb pooch wandering around.