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Gertie wrote: "I love Swank's happy face, my cat Sasquatch does that too. Lol, James Bond and Matrix... someone likes action-adventure!"
Our son names all the animals!
Our son names all the animals!

Lol, I'm a theme-based-namer too. I like S names, right now I have fictional creatures/characters, apparently. One of my favorite former cat names was Spleen. Time to stop using S's though, it gets confusing! "Hey, Splotches, er, Sister... Scrabble, Shady, er... goddammit Sasquatch! I mean Sasquatch!!"
Gertie wrote: "Lol, I'm a theme-based-namer too. I like S names, right now I have fictional creatures/characters, apparently. One of my favorite former cat names was ..."
Sherlock in "The Case of the Lumpy Comforter"! Beautiful pics!!!
What is with cats getting involved with the bed-making process? At least one, if not more, always wants to pounce on the sheet or hide under the blanket, but only while the bedding is actually being changed/swapped.
Sherlock in "The Case of the Lumpy Comforter"! Beautiful pics!!!
What is with cats getting involved with the bed-making process? At least one, if not more, always wants to pounce on the sheet or hide under the blanket, but only while the bedding is actually being changed/swapped.

A story of Vincent in three pictures. Also a story of my weekend so far.
A tug of war game. Pay special attention to the connecting piece at the end of the pole:
Three days later, Vincent attempts a complete (though pyrrhic) victory by hiding the connecter in his small intestine. The ploy is discovered after he tips his paw by power vomiting all night. Note suspiciously connecter-shaped silhouette inside abdomen:
Vincent's desperate ploy is thwarted, and the connector is recovered from his ingenious hiding place. The game is declared a draw, as both parties now just want to get some sleep. Vincent is down to seven remaining lives.
A tug of war game. Pay special attention to the connecting piece at the end of the pole:

Three days later, Vincent attempts a complete (though pyrrhic) victory by hiding the connecter in his small intestine. The ploy is discovered after he tips his paw by power vomiting all night. Note suspiciously connecter-shaped silhouette inside abdomen:

Vincent's desperate ploy is thwarted, and the connector is recovered from his ingenious hiding place. The game is declared a draw, as both parties now just want to get some sleep. Vincent is down to seven remaining lives.


A tug of war game. Pay special attention to the connecting piece at the end of the pole:
Three days later, Vincent atte..."
Poor Vincent! I thought my cat had it bad spaced out for three days on meds after having a tooth extraction. I had a cat that would play that tug of war game and jump side to side like he had been electrified, spitting and hissing whilst never letting go. Hours of hyped up fun, backfired for Vincent - hope he's all better soon.
Jennifer wrote: "Hate those foreign bodies. I am so happy you got him taken care of. So many people wait..."
Being a vet helps make those decisions easier, since there's minimal financial consideration.
Being a vet helps make those decisions easier, since there's minimal financial consideration.

Jennifer wrote: "Are you a vet Whitney? I am not, I just manage a veterinary hospital :) I get to have those fun $$ conversations with people."
I am. And on behalf of vets everywhere I thank you for keeping track of the real finances while we try to give the clinic away on a regular basis.
I am. And on behalf of vets everywhere I thank you for keeping track of the real finances while we try to give the clinic away on a regular basis.

I am. And on behalf of vets everywhere I thank you f..."
Its a battle...sometimes I have to tell the practice owner...uh..you gave this much $$ away...awkward. And never mind the inventory that disappears. :) We all have a hard job. We want to help. But we have to remember we have staff to take care of, they work their asses off for little $$ and hospital bills to pay. I know you guys all want that new machine that goes Bing!!
I love what I do. And the people I work with. Even the days I want to kill them. I am thankful for our outstanding clients. Yes we have some stinkers. And yes, even fired a few. But they are a drop in the bucket.
I will learn to post pictures and show you all my 3 lovely cats. All came from where I work...and has a special story.
For the last couple of years, Swanky has provided a never-ending supply of unusual house guests for my catching and viewing pleasure - goannas, geckos, skinks, birds, tata lizards, bearded dragons, grasshoppers, butterflies, cockroaches, dragonflies, more geckos...
Last week she discovered rats. And I discovered what it was like to have a dead rat dropped in my lap while watching tv on the couch.
This week, she has finally gotten around to mice. Yesterday she brought me a live mouse. I panicked, threw a tea-towel over it, picked it up, panicked some more, faked throwing it away in the bin (for Swanky's benefit), then let it go on the road in front of my house. As mice are an introduced species, it is considered good form here to kill them at every opportunity, but it squeaked in my hand (in my HAND, man) and had big brown eyes, and I just couldn't kill it. Plus, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't some native tree-rat type marsupial. So I guess I figured that by letting it go on the road, it might get hit by a car, and then my problems would be over. Or something. Anyway it's gone now.
Tonight Swanky brought me in another mouse, and let it go in the lounge room. I swear to the gods, as soon as we had it cornered, it grabbed hold of one of Swanky's toy mice with it's teeth and tried using it as a human shield. Seriously - it ran off with the effing toy mouse!
I've seen some shit up here, but mice taking hostages?! That's some gangsta shit right there..
Last week she discovered rats. And I discovered what it was like to have a dead rat dropped in my lap while watching tv on the couch.
This week, she has finally gotten around to mice. Yesterday she brought me a live mouse. I panicked, threw a tea-towel over it, picked it up, panicked some more, faked throwing it away in the bin (for Swanky's benefit), then let it go on the road in front of my house. As mice are an introduced species, it is considered good form here to kill them at every opportunity, but it squeaked in my hand (in my HAND, man) and had big brown eyes, and I just couldn't kill it. Plus, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't some native tree-rat type marsupial. So I guess I figured that by letting it go on the road, it might get hit by a car, and then my problems would be over. Or something. Anyway it's gone now.
Tonight Swanky brought me in another mouse, and let it go in the lounge room. I swear to the gods, as soon as we had it cornered, it grabbed hold of one of Swanky's toy mice with it's teeth and tried using it as a human shield. Seriously - it ran off with the effing toy mouse!
I've seen some shit up here, but mice taking hostages?! That's some gangsta shit right there..

Tonight it was a tiny bird, released into our dining room. The one with high ceilings and exposed beams, and oh yeah - skylights. Eventually I did catch it, and it pecked a hole in my knuckle.
It flew off unharmed though, so I'm happy. I got my "releasing a bird into the wild" moment too.
It flew off unharmed though, so I'm happy. I got my "releasing a bird into the wild" moment too.

Swanky has recently decided that not only should she be carried to bed, but that mandatory nuzzling of the back of her head along the way is a right, not a privilege. Not bad for a cat who hates people, although I won't say it's an easy walk to the bedroom with a cat determined to stuff her fur up your nose.
To add to Swanky's status, she is also now only drinking bottled water, due to the poor tapwater quality at home, and a suspiciously long-term upset tummy.
To add to Swanky's status, she is also now only drinking bottled water, due to the poor tapwater quality at home, and a suspiciously long-term upset tummy.
This is also how she likes to be held now. Basically, blindfolded & gagged. Weirdo.
Via Instagram:
Via Instagram:
A photo posted by Ruby Tombstone (@rubytombstone) on Jan 13, 2015 at 2:09am PST
If we pick up James Bond for more than about 12 seconds there's a good chance of a clawed swipe or bite to the face (unless he's held like a football and the opposite hand is on the back of his neck). His nickname du jour is Tickle Me HellNo.
Cool link to the cat-inspired authors!
My son shared this amusing cat commercial:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G4Sn91t1V4g
Cool link to the cat-inspired authors!
My son shared this amusing cat commercial:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G4Sn91t1V4g


All is well that ends well. :)

Swank & her new BFF Gilly (the Gilbert's Dragon)
...who sadly passed away two days later. Which explains why he wasn't running off, I guess. RIP Gilly. We hardly knew ye.

If you were in a showdown with the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, you'd be freaking out, too.
Strange that I don't remember the cat being in the scene, though... It must be time to watch it again.
Derek wrote: "Strange that I don't remember the cat being in the scene, though... ..."
Director's Cut.
Director's Cut.

Stella Rondo vs. the Baby Snake
https://scontent.ftpa1-2.fna.fbcdn.ne...

Good start. Then you have to learn how to do it inline ;-)

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