Do do doooo, do da doooooooo. Do wa do wa do wa doo dah dooooooooo.
It is the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who and BBC America is playing all Doctor all the time this week as a lead in to Saturday’s Day of the Doctor special episode.
I’ll be watching on Saturday with eleven of my closest friends.
And all this week, Kitten Thunder and I have been catching up on episodes I’ve missed, specials I’ve missed, things I’ve seen a hundred times and things I’d see a hundred more times.
And I sing the song. Do do doooo, do da doooooooo. Do wa do wa do wa doo dah dooooooooo.
Right this very instant, “Blink,” with the weeping angels is on. Which leads to this brilliance.
Which never, EVER gets old.
With all of this exposure, it is no wonder that Oliver’s dreams have been infiltrated by Doctor Who adventures.
At first he was just laying next to me, wedged between the couch and my legs. Then his toes started tapping against my waist. Dap dappa da dap dappa da dap. Do do doooooo…
Then his claws dug in and his front arm started flicking. I imagine Doctor Pi was using a sonic screwdriver to open a can of tuna. Do do tuuuuuuna…
And then his lips started smacking. Good tuna for The Doctor.
Obi and I watched him dreaming for a while. Then I giggled and the grey kitten woke up. Stretching, he decided it was time to go get a snack.
Saving the whoniverse from evil cans of closed tuna is hungry work.
You know, a cat might make a good Doctor. They’re good at staring, so they’ve got the weeping angels taken care of. And a cat could probably take out the Daleks or Cybermen by shedding a lot a gumming up the machinery.
And there’s this. http://youtu.be/lrCt-TKsoYI
Ha! This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Too bad Daleks aren’t made of a more claw-friendly, climbable material.