Posted on 08/02/2013 8:30:34 PM PDT by Hostage
Airplane cockpits are astoundingly small. My cousin was a Navy fighter pilot, and he was 6’5” tall. They told him never to eject, because he was too tall to get out through the canopy and the impact would tear his legs off. He had a better chance of survival if he crashed the plane.
He only talks to me about food.
Yeesh.
Catnip tea for him?
Kathleen gave him half her fish sticks.
I’m sure he’ll get over it.
Eventually.
Maybe.
Has he ever consorted with any strange feline gods at any time?
Er, not that I’ve noticed. There’s a Siamese up the street and around the corner, but I don’t think Jake roams that direction. He’s either over the back fence or across the street in the woods.
No strange or unusual offerings left in places out of norm?
While I was gone, he peed in the boys’ room and in the linen closet. I guess he wanted me to know he missed me, as I did six extra loads of wash.
Strangely, nobody even noticed until I came back. They must all be olfactorily impaired.
Possibly.
Maybe he was marking feline dimensional portals.
I’ll make sure the closet stays closed. I suspect he was shut in the boys’ room at some point, since he went near the door. Sometimes he sleeps in there, when it’s sunny.
Maybe he’ll show me some friendliness while DP is out of town; however, he seems to like staying in the living room when Bill is sleeping on the sofa. Bill and Tom are having a territorial dispute, which fortunately hasn’t descended - or escalated - to obvious scent-marking, yet.
When aftershave starts appearing, it is time for the backyard arena.
Promise Jake that he can be the announcer.
I haven’t noticed aftershave, but they do have incompatible scents of Old Spice Body Wash. I got “Komodo” for Bill, thinking that it would be reasonably close to “Fiji,” which they didn’t have at the Walmart that day ... but NOOOOOO!
I’ll have to donate it. Surely some of the poor want to smell like large monitor lizards.
“Hobo lizard stench attack!”
Great, that was a cartoonist mental image.
There was a fox-scent and a wolf-scent available, but I thought those might upset Jake.
It’s tough being a mother in the hyper-consumer society. So many choices, and all of them crazy!
Maybe you can find something that will make Jake think he has enormous backup in the form of the byos?
Teh byos are not reliable minions. Too flaky.
They don’t need to be reliable, just random.
Jake could make use of that, maybe.
This can be considered.
And now, back to my regularly scheduled Real Life. The heavy metal dishwashing project has been going on much longer than seems reasonable!
Uh oh
Bonsoir! (I haven’t studied French. When I was in high school, I heard that they made fun of you when you mispronounced things. Everybody else I knew enjoyed teaching Americans how to speak their language with, of course, misinforming you about the ostensibly innocuous translations of cusswords which was a source of tremendous amusement to them. It’s rather fun to be a source of amusement to others. I owe them my fluency in multilingual vulgarity. You can’t take me anywhere.)
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