Saw a photo with message seeking help thumbtacked to a corkboard at a local convenience store. It seems these nice people have misplaced their house cat and hope someone will find him and return him home. Rather nice black and white cat named Puddles. The obvious question is why they named the cat Puddles. Because if it is based on his misbehavior in the house, I would prefer he stay lost, if he were my cat.
Talk about a face only a mother could love................
B-)
Did that guy that Lost "Dawg" lose his human pal, or an animal? Can't tell.
I knew a girl back in college who called her cat "pussy".
Tom Adams, post: 367012, member: 7285 wrote: Did that guy that Lost "Dawg" lose his human pal, or an animal? Can't tell.
Beats me, maybe its a dog one of the Kardashians or Jenner's got ahold of? :woot:
Our dog is named Margarita after the drink that got me to agree to the rescue of a yellow half pit, half cur 8 month old puppy. We've had her for 5 years and she sleeps on the bed with us. All 75 pounds of her and me and my wife.
Thanks to the 'colostomy bag' pic I now have to clean my screen and keyboard....
You, too?
Aren't we quite a collection of dandies?
I was sitting at Whataburger eating breakfast when I read that. I stuffed a piece of toast in my mouth in an attempt to quit snickering and got choked. One woman was getting up, I think she was gonna do the Heimlich maneuver.
When I was a lad of about 12 or so we had a gray, male cat named Stupid. Not sure why we gave him that name, but it fit him perfectly.
He enjoyed snoozing atop tires. One day my dad hopped in our old farm pickup and backed out of the shed only to discover Stupid rolling around in distress. Apparently Stupid didn't wake up soon enough to jump off the tire before the truck started rolling. Somehow he had landed perfectly such that the tire rolled over his tail and broke it as close to the body as possible. For the rest of his life he had his tail dragging along limply behind him wherever he went. Very stupid looking, you might say.
When I was really little we had a cat give birth to six or eight kittens. My big sister named them all for the characters in the Blondie comic strip. The longest survivor was Mr. Dithers. He (she) produced quite a few litters of kittens over the next few years.
When I was a lad all us Cash boys were lucky enough to have a friend whose folks had a paved driveway AND a basketball goal. Every evening 'til dark we shot hoops down at the Petersen's place. Momma Petersen had a jillion cats. But only ONE was allowed in the house, it was Mrs. Petersen's fat and fluffy favorite tortoise shell momma cat.
One particularly chilly fall afternoon we had ridden in Holden's '58 Chevy down to shoot hoops. 58' Chevy's had this huge cooling fan shroud under the hood...it must have been 18" long from the radiator 'til it stopped short of the engine block. (can anybody see where this is going?)
It grew colder as the sun got low and we decided to head home to dinner. Holden danced on the gas pedal as he cranked the '58. It started. As he gave it his usual obligatory "vroom"...under the roar you could barely hear the most painful and gawd awful shrieking death howl...from a cat that had crawled up in the fan shroud to steal the warm from the engine. Not just any one of those hundreds of feral beasts....It was Mrs. Petersen's prized house cat.
We popped the hood and saw cat fur strung a full 360 around the inside of that fan shroud....I quit looking when I realized I was looking at the cat's face...and it was lookin' back.
Being the helpful and ever faithful little brother, I took off for home on foot. It was only a half mile, it was cold, and all those people standing around with their mouths open saying "aaawwwwww..." sure didn't need me to help clean cat guts out of Holden's engine compartment. I was home a good hour before Holden got there.
He was outside for another half hour after dark with his hood up and the garden hose....
PS - how many can watch this video 'til the "end"...?
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Made it. Gotta get a life. Ran out of coons for the time being. Too cool to start countin' flies on the outhouse door.
paden cash, post: 367052, member: 20 wrote: Thanks to the 'colostomy bag' pic I now have to clean my screen and keyboard....
Sorry man,
Just use some muriatic acid to clean your screen and keyboard. :whistle:
With respect to hygiene in the McDonalds ball pit I always wear a wetsuit with booties and a mask when I play in the pit. Best part is you will usually have the whole pit to yourself in about 15 seconds as hysterical MomÛªs yank their offspring out of the pit by their hair. Plus you get to ride in the back of a real police car!!!! Life is good.
Some of us just ain't right. Not sure which ones. Maybe I are one of 'em.
A while back I was tasked with caring a neighbor's cats while their master was away in Hawaii. One day, Boo got out of the house and disappeared prompting me to ask another neighbor (an engineer by the way) if he had seen the cat and if he would help look for it. His reply was "what am I supposed to do, go around the neighborhood looking under bushes yelling "Boo!". Gave me a chuckle then and still does.
Speaking of colostomy and pet names, my sister-in-law had a Dachsund named Rhea (as in diarrhea).
Holy Cow, post: 367134, member: 50 wrote: When I was a lad of about 12 or so we had a gray, male cat named Stupid. Not sure why we gave him that name, but it fit him perfectly.
I don't know there, Holy. Maybe read that second sentence over and over to yourself, and it might come to you exactly why you gave that cat that name. :-/
Holy Cow, post: 367134, member: 50 wrote: ... we had a gray, male cat named Stupid. Not sure why we gave him that name, but it fit him perfectly.
In college, my roommate and I adopted a little black cat. We decided to name him "He hasn't got a name, Stupid." But we called him "Stupid" for short.
It never got old when someone would come over and ask what the cat's name was...
