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Look what the cat dragged in
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That's what I'm hoping but usually she leaves behind the tail....Great. Now I'm hoping to see a decapitated tail in my bedroom.
It's fun to say "icky bits" out loud. Try it.Montambo, I'm sad you don't like cats. Mine were just chasing a flying bug through the house. It's funny to watch them jump in the air, clapping to try to catch the bug! Hee hee! But I'm very glad you like tortoises. Sometimes I'm scared to pick up the turtles in the middle of the road to rescue them because I don't want their claws to get me. I'll call you next time I see one and you can come rescue him for me.
No hurt feelings! I didn't like cats either until I got one.Dave. Ugh.
Whoops, I didn't read the whole thread. Sorry, Amanda, cats are good for...something I'm sure. I hope this doesn't effect your decision on whether to friend me on MySpace.
Ok, I cross-posted with a thread over in another group. I sent the request.
No, actually, I'm just arguing for the sake of agruing. (Is there an "e" in arguing?) I love doggies, too! But not when they slobber on me. I want a doberman! But my roomie told me that if I bring another pet into the house, she'll eat it and then move out. Fucking Bitch.
wowie. lots of cross posting in here just now.
I know, right. I'll be laughing in her face when she's stuck with the conundrum of:a) how do I kill a dog?
b) how do I skin a dog?
c) where can I get some good recipes for dog?
d) will the rest of this dog meat fit in my freezer?
e) fuck. I don't have a freezer because now I'm homeless.
actually, it was from a roomate i had similar to yours that my cat got his name. see, his previous owner was my roomate and owned 5 cats, 3 kittens and a dog. that guy moved to DC and left the kittens and what ended up being my cat. some girl adopted the kittens (who turned out to be psychotic and uncontrollable, which sucks for her), but nobody wanted my cat because he was more or less grown up and looked really frightening due to the fact that he had been the runt cat the other cats all disliked, which caused him to be skiddish and scrawny, and a recent bout of a hastly handled flea infestations (read: he was half shaved). so i kept him. but he had no name at the time, and i didn't know him very well yet. then my new roomate moved in, and as it turns out, hated cats. especially cats that wanted to talk to him when he was cooking and sleep on his bed during the day. so he would always threated to stir fry my cat. and somehow the cat's name ended up being stir fry. who, by the way, has really filled out and is now a massive 14lb, fluffy black monster who loves to be held and demands to be cuddled first thing upon my coming home. i love him to death.
Ohhhhh, I love him, too! Ohhhhh! Cuddle him extra today, ok? I heart Stir Fry!
he sounds sooooo adorable and sounds like my lazy little monster at home! god if there is a lazier cat than him...he sleeps on my bed too (but he chooses to get up at random hours of the night and SCRATCH ON THE FRIGGIN' DOOR!- the downside to cats)
i still love him though ;D
I'm definitely a cat person. They're independent, aloof, and a bit sarcastic, and I like that in a pet.Dogs are like toddlers that never grow up. They never learn to take themselves to the bathroom or not to wolf down all the food in their bowl. Now, I love toddlers, but what I love about them is watching them grow and develop. Dogs just don't do that.
I swear, the new guy I'm seeing, I'm keeping him around partly because I like his cat so much.
But dogs can learn so easily. Have you ever tried to teach a cat sit on command? Besides my dog doesn't always wolf down all the food in his bowl. And he always takes himself to the bathroom, and flushes, and never complains about the toilet seat being left up.
aw, your dogs sound cute.now, i've always thought my cat reminded me of a toddler too. like, that mischevious look little kids get when they know they're going to do something bad and they really don't want to, but they just don't have the willpower to NOT do it. my cat loves to spill water glasses. he knows he shouldn't, and he doesn't want to get yelled at. but it's just. so. tempting. you can see the internal struggle as he stares down the glass, his little paw twitching to tip it over. sometimes he overcomes temptation, but usually, he'll just look slyly over his shoulder at me, tip it, and run away like maybe i won't know who did it if i don't catch him wet-pawed and in the act. i know a 2 year old who does exactly the same thing.
Did you steal my cat? No, Stir Fry must be Copley's twin brother. No more drinks allowed by the computer at my house in case they accidentally get left unattended when Copley is in the room.
dogs rock, cats are for emotional cripples.Now that the hate is out of the way: Donna Dinah is the smae way. She absolutly refuses to eat food from anyone but me or the wife.
cats are for emotional cripplesYeah? And?
I think I qualify...
I make no secret of it that I hate most people.Are you an emotional cripple Amanda? I never noticed ;)
mmmm jamison 1780newcastle
silver gultch fairbanks lager.
these are the things that carry me through life. One gulp at a time.... Then Dinah draggs me home.
Is it still considered drunk driving if you're riding your dog home?And take a picture, would you? The image in my head is hilarious!
ok, I'm off. Time to go fill scrips and split wood.
Here, Sarah. Drink this. You'll feel even MORE cheered!
Yeah, nobody makes stupid decisions after drinking.
Yeah, you only make really stupid decisions after huffing paint...
Oh wow, you guys crack me up to the point I had to show my sister some of the screwed up shit you write.
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But then I notice she's not dropping the mouse. And THEN I notice the tail is still moving! Ugh! Take it back outside! But nooo, she's just standing there, plotting her next move. Toy with it alittle more in the house or outside? She must really love me because she decides I want in on this superb entertainment. So she drops the mouse, who immediately scampers away into my closet. Lots of good hiding places there - yes my closet floor is a mess, leave me alone! It's a big closet, there's a dresser in there shoved up against the wall. The cat is trying to get behind it , under it, anything, so I know where the mouse is. I left the room. An hour later I see Moxie the cat slink out of the bedroom. Sans mouse.
Where the hell is it?