Life used to be so hard


Everybody sing!

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18 Responses to “Life used to be so hard”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    There was a mouse around here last year.

  2. Steve O Says:

    The feline equivalent of the middle manager walking around with a clipboard. If they stare intently in the same direction, you’ll assume they’re working and being productive and on the lookout for mice.

  3. Libby Says:

    Patrick – Very very very fine!
    La la lalala…

  4. Libby Says:

    Just enlarged the photo and saw Chairman Meow’s Shrine in the backround. Awwww.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Miss Mia, who like the Chairman is a Russian blue, likes hanging around her predecessor’s final resting place. The Turk’, not so much. He favors a shelf next to the grill and a snowball bush near the driveway.

      Poor Turk’ tried like hell to be the Chairman’s buddy when he was a kitty, but she wasn’t having any of it. I have a pic around here somewhere of her giving him the hairy eyeball in the living room. Cuddly they were not, those two.

  5. veloben Says:

    Tigers in the grass.

  6. Larry T. Says:

    They look to be on the prowl for a man with a can opener! I chuckle at the TV ads for “Tuscan” cat food and the like. Did the cat hear about this from his pals over in Tuscany? Are your cats the so-called “finicky eaters” they talk about, PO’G?

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Finicky they are not, Larry. Mia occasionally eats so fast (fearing rightly that Turkish will swipe her grub) that she barfs. And the Turk’ eats like three cats, which is kinda-sorta OK as he’s about a cat and a half.

      He likes his treats, too. He’ll jump onto the kitchen counter, the furry swine, and march across to the cabinet where we keep them, then open the door with one paw and give us a look like, “Well? I gotta do everything around here?”

  7. Jon Paulos Says:

    That’s pretty good focus on their part. I think there’s either canned food like tuna or a mouse just out of camera range.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Mia does the VW-headlight stare real well, but it’s Turk’ who has the laser-like focus. And you should see him jump. Dude is strong and fast and mean and ain’t I glad he doesn’t weigh 500 pounds because he sure as hell wouldn’t be settling for no bowl full of Taste of the Wild come suppertime.

  8. Charley Says:

    Mow the damn grass so the cats can find what they’re looking for!

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Work? For free? Are you mad, sir?

    • Pat O'Brien Says:

      Screw the grass. Organize the garage and workbench first. Then sort that pile of tires. Then go for a ride, work research of course, to put the finishing touches on the Vaya review. One hundred fifty miles or so, out and back with an overnight stop, should do the trick. I know, drudgery, but someone must do it. Buck up son, and get on with it.

      • veloben Says:

        No, no! I respectfully disagree with Pat. Ride first. There is no reason to organize the workbench or sort tires unless you break something or get a flat first. Cause then effect.

        Mow the lawn only if what you break is just too hard to fix.

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        I compromised: Went for a ride, went to the dentist, and went to the grocery, where I bought ice cream to annoy the dentist. Tomorrow I shall repeat the first bit.

        I love Mel Brooks’ all-too-brief bits in “Blazing Saddles” as the gov’ and the Native A chief. He and Harvey Korman killed in that flick. And as much as I love Richard Pryor, thank God they kept him writing and out of the lead. Cleavon Little was just the man for that job.

        As for bikes, I have to get back on the Kona Sutra for a spell. Adventure Cyclist has the written review, and now I need to bang out the video. Expect me to break about half of the Ten Precepts with this one. I’m looking at a lot of samsara here.

  9. khal spencer Says:

    Guido was Russian Blue/Siamese. Amazing cat.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Mia is a pisser, K. One of the funniest creatures I’ve ever shared a house with. And the Chairman followed me around like a dog. Oh, she was a raggedy little runt, and she left us too soon. But they all do. I’ve been meaning to have a word with the Universe about that, but I can never seem to catch it at home.

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