
OK, you tell him to get down and see what happens.
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March 23, 2018 at 5:07 pm |
Just leave em be, I. Would always get scratches from my cat trying to move him.
March 23, 2018 at 5:26 pm |
Yeah, you need the oven mitts, a catcher’s mask and some top-shelf insurance if you want to relocate El Turko.
March 23, 2018 at 5:54 pm |
“When your Rich…you can just Walk-Up..and Grab’m by the Pussy”
March 24, 2018 at 3:31 pm |
Be careful here. Turk may be in line to be the next National Security Adviser. Keep your friends close Patrick, and your cats closer.
March 24, 2018 at 7:03 pm |
Turk certainly has all the key qualifications: He’s short-tempered, white and male.
March 24, 2018 at 7:59 pm |
OK guys, easy does it. You’re scaring Hurben again. In fact, you’re scaring me.
March 26, 2018 at 1:05 am |
It’s okay Pat, we have a real international incident to deal with down under.
An Australian cricket team cheated!! My God, who would have believed this possible,
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-03-26/steve-smith-and-australia-ball-tampering-scandal/9586454
March 23, 2018 at 7:01 pm |
Squirt gun. Works every time. Even worked on Duffy, only for a short time as needed when we first got him.
March 23, 2018 at 7:41 pm |
Cats have small brains but long memories. About six weeks after I squirt him he’ll eat my lips while I sleep.
March 23, 2018 at 8:24 pm |
Ah, mutual assured destruction. I get it.
March 24, 2018 at 5:04 am |
The only animals we (willingly) bring into our house are dead ones. We cook and eat them. Critters like the one in your photo cause me to sneeze. They know I despise them and if I visit a home with one inside, the f–king thing invariably tries to end up on my lap so I get a full dose of the allergens!
March 24, 2018 at 7:51 am |
Pat, exactly. Don’t get him mad unless you want MAD.
Larry, I was allergic as hell to cats (and just about everything else) when I was a sprout. Naturally, the cats sought me out as though I were made of catnip. Ah-choo, etc.
I’m either mostly over the cat allergies or tamping them down through sheer force of will, because we’ve had a couple cats around the ranch for years now, from Weirdcliffe through Bibleburg to the Duke City.
I’m over dogs — dogs, like children, should belong to other people but be available for short-term loan — but I love Turkish and Mia. They’re great companions, and the joint just wouldn’t be the same without ’em.
March 27, 2018 at 8:01 am |
Great position for supervising! Also, a testament to the neat and tidy uncluttered kitchen kept by Yourself and Herself.