I know I SHOULDN’T laugh... but I did. When that kitty started biting his inner thigh.... LOL!
LOL!!
I guess it was bound to happen. They let homosexuals adopt kids and now cats can adopt kids. Can you imagine little Bobby at school.
“Hello, Mr. Whiskers? This is ms Sullivan. I’m Bobby’s teacher. No, he hasn’t been hurt. Well, Mr. Whiskers, it’s just that....that....he’s licking his ass in class again.”
Unknown to us, my oldest daughter (at a very young age) put the leash on and took the cat for a "walk" around the block. She didn't know that people don't walk cats; cats walk people, on the rare occasion they might deign to do so.
We had to rush the poor thing to the vet to get her paws bandaged.
Two words: Dead Cat.
"Don't ever even think about putting a leash on me. We have long claws and sharp teeth for a reason..."
Walking a dead cat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40OogP5Z0QU
The cat + tape experiment narrated by Stephen Hawking.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiDp9q4npPs&feature=related
LMAO! the cat looks just like my Kitty boy, white paws and all-he doesn’t do the leash thing, but Yeti boy, my Maine coon will walk across the room on a leash if he’s in the mood, but he has always been rather doglike.
Direct link to the youtube video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=COkumQuCibU
The one with the box was a complete idiot. Put the box over the cat until it settles down. Let it hiss, fuss, growl.
Sheeesh....
“And Pinky’s great for homes with small children . . . “
Upon seeing that video, I heard a voice saying, “That’s why I invented .22’s.”
PTWAH
ping...
LMAO!! That’s hilarious and that is exactly how cats get sometimes. A feral stray got in out screened in porch years ago and when we came out he went 10x more ballistic than that. I’ve never seen anything like it. He was bouncing off walls. He finally just sort of collapsed like he was in shock. Then we were able to get him in a box and let him loose outside. He laid there for 5 minutes or so, I thought he might die, then he just got up and ran into the woods.
My wife had cats since she was little. When we got married we always had a cat or 2. Always Siamese or Ragdolls. She showed a couple of them, bred them, had a couple of litters, they were cute enough, I guess. A few years ago our last cat passed away and we had a talk. I said no more cats, she said oh hell no, yes more cats. I said I’m done with the litter box, end of story. Finally she agreed if we could add another dog. Life is good.