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13 Responses to “See ‘Things, nice, why we can’t have’”
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!
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 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.