FCM, just make sure you don’t get the type of cats I have at home. Not many people have this sort of cat, but they do pop up now and then. You see, the mother of their litter is a perfectly fine, intelligent, healthy cat, but we think she went out and mated with a rock. No, wait. I don’t want to insult the rocks.
In other words, the cats I have at home are brainless. They don’t recognize their names, and every time they see you they look at you like they’re meeting you for the first time. One of them likes to eat paper, which makes her throw up, at which point she goes back and eats more.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re absolutely adorable and loving cats. They’re just idiots.
Since the topic has changed to cats, y’all are getting a Maddy the VunderDog Update.
Ever since we brought her home, Maddy has hassled the cats in the usual adolescent puppy exuberant manner. Booger the Worthless Tomcat has had the worst of it, because he’s such a chickenshit.
This all changed last Thursday. Maddy had Audrey the Pile of Hair pinned, trying to get her to play, and Booger had enough. He attacked, and beat the hell out of the dog. Maddy had 7 scratches, and cowered in the wife’s arms the rest of the night.
Maddy still gets wound up, and chases Booger trying to make him play, but now it’s about even odds that he’ll turn on the dog instead of running.
VunderWife just called. She’s upstairs on the bed, and Booger is chasing Maddy off whenever she jumps up.
No no, that’s Schrodinger’s test. Half of all cats fail that one.
A kitty IQ test? Hmm … Get all the candidate kitties together in a group. Say (in a very cheery voice), “Okay, step forward everyone who wants to go to the vet!”
Pick one of the ones that steps back, leaving the brainless ones in front.
Sorry, sorry…didn’t realize I was being summoned. I tend to be a bit distracted. I actually read this thread abou tthe same time **taxi ** dear e-mailed me. Sure I’d love to meet you guys. Saturday is the best day, and I don’t mind either Shalimar or Ali Baba, although I do prefer Troy - hate heading down to downtown Albany if I can avoid it, although the Pump Station’s right off the highway. Say 1 PM on Saturday? And what have we decided? Shalimar buffet is yummy, but never tried Ali Baba. And taxi, do you mind if I come to your house and park there and ride with you? It’s really hard to find parking spots in Troy.
Boy that was a stream-of-consciousness conversation.
I love a chatty Le Chat My baby cat (she’s 3 years old, but only weighs 7 pounds) Talks so plantively, while looking one dead in the eye, its obvious she just wants you to understand. She even does what people do when someone doesn’t understand, she gets louder.
Often, if I just talk back to her, asking what she’s trying to say she’ll say it quieter again. I don’t have the heart to tell her I still don’t get it.
And to defend the honor of the siamese, I’ve had several, and they all smelled sweet.
I want a kitten! A Siamese, an appleheaded Siamese. I want another Downtown Spot Brown! But I’d settle for a smart cuddly tuxedo boy too.
Countdown to Other Quasi-Daughter’s arrival and possible spazfit at finding out I haven’t cut the dress out yet. Attacks Husband is coming over later today to protect and defend me from Bridal Hysterics. I love him. He’s a good husband.
Let’s do Ali Baba then. Meet there at 1 on Saturday? And of course you can park at my place. AB is only about a block away so we’ll just walk over. See you both then!
Why can’t they just read ATMB for pete’s sake, or actually read the MMP? I don’t mind answering the question, but I don’t think we need to actually spell it out in every single OP. Sheesh!
I’m sorta crabby today, with not a lot of patience; my aunt must be coming to visit.
Rules. Hmph. We don’t need rules. We just need hijacking, lots of innuendoes, recipes, pet descriptions, and bad jokes.
OQD just phoned from the airport to ask if she’d told me she was coming. You think this is funny? Hah. She was serious. She has flown in at least once with a lot of baggage and no warning. She’s a little absent-minded. They’ll be here in about 45 minutes. I should eat dinner and maybe heat up some cider. I made shortbread yesterday. It was supposed to be chai spiced but I didn’t put enough spices in. It still tastes good.
Quasi-Daughter phoned me yesterday from Alberta at midnight with a shortbread crisis. She ran out of butter and the dough wouldn’t stick together. My general shortbread solution is : add more butter.
Why does shortbread stick together? Is it the sugar melting?
Webster’s Dictionary has declared “info-snacking” the word of 2005. WTF?
The New Oxford American Dictionary has selected podcast as the word of the year. At least that makes some sense. Their runners-up are pretty silly, though (ICE, lifehack, rootkit). (Or I’m completely out of it…) Does anyone else know what info-snacking is?
Rules make me grumpy. Stop that.
Rue, dearest sweet, THAT WAS GROSS.
Has anyone noticed the many different expressions used in this MMP to express ::ahem:: lack of intelligence?
I give you:
“dumb as a sack of carrots”
“dumb as a brick”
“dumb as spoons”
“dumber than Dubya and Dan Quayle’s love child,”
and, the winner (although Dubya & DQ were close):
::drumroll:: SR47’s description of his cats:
