Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Monday, October 22, 2007
MONDAY CAT BLOGGING
Thou are the Great Cat, the avenger of the Gods, and the judge of words, and the president of the sovereign chiefs and the governor of the holy Circle, thou are indeed...the Great Cat.
Thou art the scrounging, ignorant, fish-pilfering, three-o'clock-in-the-morning-jumping-on-my-head, fighting-in-the-alley, crapping-in-the-flowerbeds, expensive and most exalted feline -- the average spoilt rotten brat of a cat.
No, that is one mighty fine cat. I get a cat picture a day from a lady at work who has a...wait for it...cat desk calendar. Explains everything. Mrs VVB and I have to move houses before we can get a another kitty. Bummer.
No, Hughes, the ones in the very small box are from the other end, his marbles are slightly, but not much, larger.
I would love another cat Phil but unless the rodent takes the gst off pet food, there's not much chance.
Question for all the smartyarses who visit here. I don't think I ever claimed superannuation after I stopped work to become a household slave, would I have some loot hanging about somewhere?
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The inscription on the Royal Tombs at Thebes is actually as follows ...
"Cats' eyes, cats' eye. I'm a tombola. Move your marbles sunshine before I tear your marquetry!" (Apologies to Reverend Spooner and other notables.)
Thou art the scrounging, ignorant, fish-pilfering, three-o'clock-in-the-morning-jumping-on-my-head, fighting-in-the-alley, crapping-in-the-flowerbeds, expensive and most exalted feline -- the average spoilt rotten brat of a cat.
Lord Hughes of Fleetwood wins the cat crapping contest against Lord Sedgwick and his marbles.
No, that is one mighty fine cat. I get a cat picture a day from a lady at work who has a...wait for it...cat desk calendar. Explains everything. Mrs VVB and I have to move houses before we can get a another kitty. Bummer.
Not much of a victory...Sedgwick lost all his marbles years ago.
Didn't lose them! They were knicked by the serial thief of Carrera, Jose Elgin.
Ah...I've seen 'em on display in the British Museum...in a very small box that you have to study with a magnifying glass.
No, Hughes, the ones in the very small box are from the other end, his marbles are slightly, but not much, larger.
I would love another cat Phil but unless the rodent takes the gst off pet food, there's not much chance.
Question for all the smartyarses who visit here. I don't think I ever claimed superannuation after I stopped work to become a household slave, would I have some loot hanging about somewhere?
So elegant...I love cats!
I know he looks gorgeous and I shouldn't post photos of cats because I want one or seven.
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