Well hello there little guy! (found a strange dog in my house.)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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UK; they’re all over the place here. You see them in lanes (such as the video) that are restricted to busses. Like my cats and their flap, the busses have a sensor that makes the bollards rise and lower so that they can get through, but prevents other traffic consequently.

Other times, they’re in place to keep out ordinary traffic, but to let in delivery vans or emergency equipment (such as at my university). *

Sometimes you see them along the entrances and exits of shopping centre carparks, to block them at night.

If you find cars getting stuck on them hilarious, and don’t mind annoying-as-fuck music, there are loads of such videos on youtube.

*Parking at my uni is tight, and within minutes of these bollards being lowered, some twat of an undergrad tries to drive across into the area that they were blocking – which would mean more or less parking on the campus common between the buildings (ie a very obviously NOT a parking area).

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People driving have no excuse not to know the bollards are there; those are usually restricted bus lanes, and will be signed as much on the ground and signs on posts. Some of the drivers may well be oblivious, but they get what they deserve for being so dozy and ignoring the signposting. Others are just twats trying to jump a queue of traffic.

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And now back to our regularly scheduled thread

Two stories:

  1. I had a siamese cat named Spot. My last name, then, was Brown. My friends started calling him Downtown Spot Brown. He had quite a following.
    One night I got up at 3:00 AM to pee. I turned on the hallway light and at least 6 cats scattered. Spot rubbed against my leg. I think it might have been an apology for having an unauthorized party.

  2. Another Downtown Spot Brown story: I worked the evening shift. We usually got off around 10:00 PM. We’d often stop off for a drink before going home to bed.
    Spot would usually meet me at the curb and tell me about his day. We’d then go into the house exchanging information neither of us understood. Once in bed, he’d lie on my chest and we’d go to sleep.
    This particular night, everything was normal until we got into bed. The purr was wrong, much louder than Spot’s. I thought there was something wrong, maybe he was injured. I picked him up to inspect for injuries and found girl-kitty plumbing! Then Spot ambled into the bedroom. Girl-Spot, touched noses with him and they both jumped onto the bed for a nap.
    The next morning I made some fliers and found Girl-Spot’s rightful owner. We were both sad when she went home to her house five blocks away. :frowning:
    The woman who picked her us acted like I had stolen her! She told me that “Sissy” was an indoor cat and would NEVER go outside without help! (I think Girl-Spot was a better name.)

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I can only think of 2 that you acquired deliberately. Out of how many are they, counting Tripper’s (?) kittens that you mostly rehomed?

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This could have been a movie with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.

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Only Miss Kitty. Got from our land lord for SO’s youngest daughter. They were getting rid of several but we only got the one because K wanted it, not like we were rescuing.

Then D brought Purr Dragon because she had just scooped him up from thew middle of road. Also with eyes just opened.

MissyFace & MotorMouth ( took off to parts unknown ) were barley ‘eyes open’ when they were rescued from the snow.

Then Squeaker & her 4 new kittens which is an interesting story.
Kitten Possum*
Kitten Skunk?* These two we re homed.*
Tractor ( my pick who got snatched by an owl or hawk a few weeks later.
Kitten Bandit, best, nicest, liked every body, both human & cat or dog. Died several years later in an accident.

Then I live trapped Demon who got to live for a funny reason as we had a slate if bad feral cats that I was live trapping & dispatching. ( My big teenage bully boy. Best black cat every, plumb ornery. )

Then Tripper, was sitting in the driveway when we got home from someplace & immediately asked where the food way & why we had taken so long to come home. We were gone overnight. Another great cat.

Then Devil, another black cat who had been horribly mistreated, physically & mentally. Our neighbor alerted us to seeing him and our trouble with ‘NO’ made us go check. It has taken 3+ years to bring him back to being a cat and enjoying life once again.

Recently, Gizmo came up the drive and C could not run the scrawny little guy off. A very strange kitty who is being had to work into the heard.

Zeus, the huge dog has been a strange journey but he does not eat cats that we show belong here.

Blondie from up the hill at the old folks house is starting to stay here a lot. Not too much trouble so she is not officially part of the family yet.
I think I got all 8 listed + the dogs. ( Yepper, needed two hands but got them all counted. )

Not sure where I rank in all this. :wink: