The cat seems to be doing an efficient job of hunting the invisible mice that are infesting the place. I’d leave it to do its job and count yourself lucky. But run a vacuum, the invisible droppings are becoming unsanitary.
The explanation is much too complicated to do on a message board, and you’d have to know a few things about superstring theory to follow it.
So somebody’s made off with your taste sense. Do you suddenly find yourself listening to a lot of Genesis?
Hmm, do you love horses and can you read a book in about a day? Do you like using phrases like “squash you into a flatso” and do you eat only noodles?
DADDy! Does your daughter sometimes sneak in a little glass of icy cold Asahi Super Dry after a long day at work–erm, school? If so, there’s no doubt that we’re one and the same.
Er… I don’t think so. I’d have to look.
On to the next question. Who here would like to propose a moratorium on people asking questions about the wacky things that cats do? They’re cats, they do that stuff.
Now, why is it that my dog hates lenolium so much that she’ll walk backwards out of the kitchen?
Thanks! I didn’t know I had already achieved enlightenment, but it sounds like a great thing to have!
Q: I’m having a problem with my girl, Gem. I think she only has a vocabulary of a hundred words or so, and she’s already 5 years old. She ignores me when I’m trying to teach her and she never does her homework. All she wants to do is sleep under the table, go to the park, or poop on the sidewalk. She’s not interested in TV, sports, chess, video games, or math. I’m thinking about getting her a tutor, but Cesar Milan hung up on me! I think she’s probably got a brain parasite or tumor from all the ear scratching she does.
awww, poor little luv. What grade is she in now? Does she have her own room/crate?
I went for a long drive out in the country today and had a great time, listening to music, driving with my windows open and enjoying the sun and fresh air and back roads. Explain THAT, my physkhic friend.
While resuscitating some puppies from a c-section this week I noticed that they are actually born with puppy breath. All these years in the animal biz and I never noticed that before. I pointed it out to a co-worker and she made a face and said “eww!”, she does not like puppy breath. How can someone not like puppy breath? It comes from puppies!
There, it wasn’t about cats. Cats don’t have puppy breath.
My guess is that you inadvertently stumbled into a classic rock song, probably by Bruce Springsteen or Tom Petty. But I don’t claim to be a fishchick.
I have been banished to the furthest part of the house with a can of beer. I believe the cat farted and I got blamed. Is that unfair?
I found this thread from Threadspotting.
By God, I think you’re right! I was indeed running down a dream!
My cats never fart unless I pick them up by the bellies and squish them. Which I, uh, never do. Usually.
I keep dreaming I’m being attacked by the Dark Lord or by rat shaped demons. I think my neighbors are putting their spirits on me but when I looked up Inquisition in the phone book I couldn’t find the number. And the guy at directory assistance just laughed. What should I do?
Since Cricetus passed on this, I’ll take a stab…
Check out the Twilight Zone episode “A Matter of Minutes” (the 1985 revival, not the original series), based on the Theodore Sturgeon story “Yesterday was Monday.” It lays out the reality that all the world is literally a stage, or specifically, an endless series of stages, with everyone moving from one stage to the next every minute. And there is a huge group of blue-latexed-faced workers building the sets, beginning years in advance. Okay, so what. But at one point, the foreman is asked if the workers ever make a mistake. Yeah, sometimes, he says. And he says: Have you ever looked all over for something and couldn’t find it, but then suddenly found it in the first place you looked? That’s because the set builders goofed and forget to set out the item. But while you were searching, you changed minutes and moved to the next set/stage, where the workers properly laid out the item for you to find.
Gotta admit, it answers a whole lotta nagging questions!
Q: How do threads get picked for Threadspotting? Is it a single voter? I bet there’s a 2nd voter on the hill sent by J. Edgar Hoover. There’s really no way a single thread could travel the path it did and end up at Threadspotting. It’s the Illuminati, I tells ya.
Many, many years ago, I used to sleep on a twin sized bed. This was after I slept in a crib for a while. For a LONG time…like, years and years. Then, I slept on a full size bed, also for a long time. We’re talking more than ten years. Not the same mattress, but the same size. Now I sleep on a king size bed. Sometimes I sleep alone, sometimes with others, but the size of the bed keeps getting bigger the older I get. My concern is that since king size is the biggest size they come in…am I going to die soon? I can still fit on a toddler bed, if I start sleeping in one will I live longer?
Cricetus has not posted to this thread since midday on the 24th. Post #123 was the last post. I think he’s answered too many questions, revealed too many secrets, obviously the Men in Black got him … or Phil Collins.