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To: Cementjungle

You do realize that cats have this diabolical plan for world domination, do you not?

Just ask any Viking Kitty...


4 posted on 10/22/2011 3:15:42 AM PDT by Old Sarge (Marking time on the government's dime...)
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To: Old Sarge
You do realize that cats have this diabolical plan for world domination, do you not?

Just ask any Viking Kitty...
They'll never succeed. Halfway to taking over the world, they'll find a patch of sunlight and take a nap...
10 posted on 10/22/2011 4:51:37 AM PDT by Peet (Cogito ergo dubito.)
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To: Old Sarge

Shhhhh. Keep it down. If the cats know we’re on to them we’re screwed.


13 posted on 10/22/2011 5:39:05 AM PDT by JPG (America is worth saving. All hands on deck!)
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To: Old Sarge
My two tom cats, many years passed now, connived together to target mice and crickets that got into the house.

If they'd looked up and seen the world laid out in front of them like a bright, shiny, heavily waxed, slick for sliding hardwood hallway, why they'd still be there running up and down trying to catch the bugs.

18 posted on 10/22/2011 6:37:31 AM PDT by muawiyah
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To: Old Sarge; Peet; JPG
You do realize that cats have this diabolical plan for world domination, do you not?

An oldie but goodie:

A Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

21 posted on 10/22/2011 9:59:20 AM PDT by Oatka ("A society of sheep must in time beget a government of wolves." –Bertrand de Jouvenel)
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