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At Last! Today’s Cat Video!

Duh! I loaded this video onto the mouse and then never got around to posting it. And there I sat, looking at my stats page and wondering why not even one viewer went to the cat video. (There aren’t that many cats in it, but never mind…) Yo, Mr. Genius! That’s because it isn’t there!

So, three hours late, here it is, delivered with a sigh.


My Imadginery Freind!

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Hear at Collidge us Introllecturals we lern “things” we nevver knowed “abote” Before!

Yeasterdday “in” Intorsexonal Gender Studdies the teetcher she toled “us” yiu got to Has a Imadginery Freind who willl alyaws tel yiu “wen” yiu are thinkin or sayin or doing somthing “that” Is Sexist or Hatful or Micro Grecian!!! and the “Best Thing” abuot it is yore Imadginery Freind ze becombs Reel!! Jist by sayin you has one,, yiu reely has it!!!

My Imadginery Freind ze “is A” Trans Ghirl named Scrodd i think “that” Is a reel neiss Name!! and Now she gose whith me warevir i amb and yiu know waht?? I axually seen xer!!!! butt ze dont whant me to tel yiu waht ze looks lyke!! becose xe amnt done Trans Itchining yhet! so al I wil “say Is” that ze is reel Biutafull!! evin more Gorjist than Kate Lynn Jender!!!!!

Jist a minnit Aggo i was jist abote to rite “She” insted of “Ze” and wow did Scrodd let me has it for that!!! That “is” howe I got stoppped fromb making a Sexist Micro Grecian!!! and jist nhow ze is teling me i cant eeat no Wyte Jim Sox no moar i can only eeat Plad Sox becose them wyte Sox thay are Racist!!!

I can allreddy fiel my Intralleck groing by leeps and bownds!!!!


Hide and Seek with Dogs and Cats

My cat Henry loved hide and seek. He would hide and then jump out and grab your ankle. Our old family dog, Rags, would play hide and seek by the hour. Peep used to play it, but she has outgrown it.

All the animals in this video seem to have a good time–even the poor little dog who looks like a caterpillar.


Piggy-Back, Anyone?

Oddly enough, there are no piggies in this video. And it looks like baby goats are the champions of hitching piggy-back rides.

By the way, I recommend not encouraging your kittens to jump onto your back for a ride. This becomes much less amusing when they’re full-sized cats. And, uh, when you’ve got company, or a repairman, they might find it even less amusing.


Clever Kitties

It seems the only doors cats haven’t figured out how to open are the ones with round knobs that you need hands to turn. And maybe combination locks. It’s always interesting to watch how they so successfully adapt to environments designed by and for human beings. Although maybe by now they’ve come to believe that these are places made for cats: humans are there as guests.


Don’t Forget the Comment Contest!

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Just a little reminded that we’ve got a comment contest going here–shooting for 35,000, and we currently have 34,239. Unless the abacus jockeys at The Boston Globe are doing the math, that leaves 761 to go. And it would be nice to have a winner before the Christmas Carol Contest kicks off, the day after Thanksgiving.

This week’s viewership, for some inscrutable reason, is down, down, down–so it’s an ideal time to get on board the contest. Why does tchat make it it an ideal time to do that? I think because of Climbit Change. Or something.

Anyhow, the contest is open to all and the prize is mind-bogglingly fantastic.


Dogs Who Say No

Say no to baths, say no to those freakin’ collars the humans put on you when you’ve had surgery, say no to whatever they’re sellin’–we are dogs, we are man’s best friend, and we don’t gotta take this guff no more!

The howling huskie illustrates one significant way in which turtles are better pets than dogs, though.


Kitties’ First Snow

The cats and kittens in this video are all having a blast with their first snow.

My cat, Henry, though–when I opened the door to let him out so he could enjoy his first experience with snow, he took just a step or two, then turned around and gave me a look that would have shriveled an asp; and I was glad I couldn’t translate that particular meow.


The Wine Controversy (‘Oy, Rodney’)

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Something always seems to crop up to jinx a wedding. In Chapter CCXXV of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, author Violet Crepuscular, in an aside to the reader, recalls her own experience. “If I may digress for a moment, as an aside to the reader, my own wedding was thoroughly ruined by the absence of the groom, a hard-working horseshoe customizer named Sidney. He never showed up for the ceremony, and to this day I’ve never heard from him again.”

Lord Jeremy Coldsore and his friend, the American adventurer, Willis Twombley, find their wedding to Lady Margo Cargo–she thinks they’re the same person–held up by a disagreement over which wine to serve at the reception.

“I’ve already ordered a whole crate of Chateau LaFong!” cries Jeremy. “And that miscreant of a butler refuses to serve it! He insists we serve Chateau D’If, and he has mesmerized Lady Margo to take his side.”

“Ain’t that a school for the deaf, or something?” asks Twombley.

“It’s a notorious French prison,” Jeremy informs him, “and the wine they make there isn’t fit to serve to pigs–and I have heard the pigs turn up their snouts at it. By Jove, I hate that stuff! And I’ve paid for the Chateau LaFong, so we can’t afford for it to go to waste.”

“For my money,” says Twombley, “it’s the Philistines who make the best wine, hands down. We always served Philistine wine at our shindigs.” Twombley believes himself to be Sargon of Akkad. “You should have asked me first, Germy, before you ordered that Chapeau Fungus or whatever it is. I could’ve gotten us a case of Goliath’s Joy Juice, from Gath.”

“I suspect Crusty the butler is trying to undermine this wedding so that he can marry Lady Margo and gain control of her wealth,” opines Lord Jeremy.

“You want I should shoot him?” Twombley asks. And the chapter ends with Lord Jeremy contemplating his options.

“I must add,” writes Ms. Crepuscular, “that I have tried Chateau D’If Red and it really is swill.”


Cuddly Cows

It’s beginning to look like I missed a lot by living in the suburbs all my life. But I should have remembered about cows! Once, when I was only five years old or so, my parents went on some sort of getaway in upstate New York. We stayed at a farm, and each day, I would go out to the stone wall in the back yard and hang out with the cows on the next-door farmer’s field. I remember showing those cows my toys, petting them, talking to them, getting licked by them (“cow kisses”), and just plain loving it. There weren’t any other kids around to play with, but who needs other kids when you’ve got cows?

We really ought to love them.


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