Dogs are amazing. You tell them to smile for the camera, and they do it. Is it just to please us, or do they know something we don’t know?
I can’t get my cats to smile. If they ever do, chances are I won’t have a camera handy.
Category: Just for Fun
Bonus Video: More Cats & Babies
I was going to hunt up some more news for you this afternoon; but as I sat outside, working in my book, I was overcome by a desire for some cat video instead. I hope you don’t feel deprived.
How good does that silky fur feel, against a baby’s skin.
Just another thing God thought of, when he was creating our world, that would have probably escaped us if we were doing it.
Cat Bemused by Click Beetle
You have to watch this video closely, because it’s a very small click beetle–but there’s a lot of jump in him. When I discovered these beetles, as a boy, I was as fascinated as any cat. You’ll see Annie the Cat has all she can do to keep up with the clicks.
I always catch and release click beetles when they come indoors here, so I’m afraid my cats are out of luck, click beetle-wise.
“I Love You, Stupid!” (‘Oy, Rodney’)
Chapter CC of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, is a real pistol. I’ve heard of a reader in Caithness, Scotland, who actually enjoyed it.
Lord Jeremy Coldsore has endless difficulties with Dr. Fanabla’s regime of jumping jacks, prescribed to heal his injured foot. He has to be tied in to a harness hanging from a tree, which is the only way he can do one-legged jumping jacks: a painful and troublesome procedure. He is also waiting for the other ingredient in his cure, earth from the grave of a regicide, to be shipped from a supply house in Bucyrus, Ohio. He cannot be married to Lady Margo Cargo, the richest widow in Scurveyshire, until he can stand on both feet.
“I still can’t think of any regicides who were buried in Ohio,” he complains.
“That’s where you’re wrong, ol’ hoss,” says his friend, the American adventurer Willis Twombley. Twombley still thinks he is Sargon of Akkad. “This stuff comes from the grave of a dude named Watson, who murdered a man who claimed to be the rightful Lost Dauphin of France.”
Twombley lapses into nostalgia. “I once visited the grave of King Bill, who was king of a little one-horse town on the Euphrates, Utu-Mashtu. He got killed playin’ strip poker with some crooked Amorites. I never had no use for Amorites.”
Meanwhile, Lady Margo is getting uneasy about her wedding. “I can’t understand why Lord Jeremy’s foot won’t heal!” she says.
“I can’t understand why you’d want to marry that loony in the first place,” says her crusty old butler, Crusty. “Why don’t you marry me instead, you old bat?”
She is shocked. “Oh, dear! Why would I want to do that?”
“Because I love you, stupid!”
“Oh, Crusty!”
“And stop calling me Crusty! You’ve been doing it for 36 years and I’m sick and tired of it! My name is Adelbert.”
“Adelbert?” She can hardly believe her ears. “I didn’t know your name is Adelbert. And titled ladies don’t generally marry their butlers, Crusty–I mean Adelbert!”
“Batty old cow!” mutters the suitor. “Well, think about it! Meanwhile, it’s time for my trombone lesson.” Crusty is teaching himself the trombone. Honk! Ooomph! Blaaaap! It is really quite intolerable, and it places Lady Margo in a state of confusion.
The chapter concludes with a recipe for cat food sandwich cookies.
Sleeping Kittens, Trusting Souls
A kitten in the hand is worth two in the shoebox. Is that how it goes? These are newborn kittens trustingly sleeping in some happy human’s hand. You’ll see in one of these clips a mother cat that doesn’t mind. It would be a good thing to be worthy of these animals’ trust–something to strive for.
I wonder if God ever does that with us when we’re asleep.
An Olympic Sport for Couch Potatoes
Watch these baby possums closely! They are demonstrating the soon-to-be-official Olympic sport of Synchronized Chewing. Yes, as people get flabbier and flabbier, even the athletes, we’re gonna need some new sports that nobody cares about except when the Olympics is on TV. But remember–baby possums did it first.
Note: I brought a baby possum into my bedroom once, but my mother thought it was a rat and had a major freak-out over it. So the possum had to go.
My wife once had a pet possum that had babies in the house. The cats were persuaded not to bother them.
Repackaging Cats & Dogs
I’m not claustrophobic, honest–although the thought crawling into one of those so-called caves that are only just wide enough to accommodate your body and one layer of clothing, that doesn’t appeal to me.
But here are cats and dogs who have claustrophilia, which is the opposite of claustrophobia… and nobody knows how to treat this.
If it spreads to people, we’re in trouble.
We goingto Be Anarchie!!
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So the frist thing I amb lerning is How To Forje My Own Singatchure!! Man its Harder “then” it looks!!! butt Like my Prefesser he sayes, How you goingto lern To forj sum buddy Else his singriture If “yiu cant forj”” Yore Own?!? That “is” A good Poynt!!
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Meenwile this hear Forjery stuph it is reel hard i jist Cant seemb “to Get” The Hang of it!! We Anarchies we knead to forj lotts of Czecks so whe Can deestroye the Bancks!! Iff i Had a Czeck Book then i culd Pracktis forjing lotts of Czecks and evin Uze my Newfound Skills to by a Car!! and paye four it whith a Forjed Czeck hahaha!!!!
Butt frist i “think”” i Wil by a reely skary Mask!
‘For Your Pure Enjoyment…’ (2013)
Enjoy this while you’ve got it–because take-offs on Icelandic sagas are few and far between.
https://leeduigon.com/2013/02/08/for-your-pure-enjoyment/
I studied these intently in college, as I labored to become an expert on the politics of the Viking Age. I knew this knowledge would come in handy someday!
Let’s Have Some Bunnies
Yeah, I’m in the mood for bunnies. Let’s bunny up.
I’ll always remember the night three or four baby cottontails chased in other around and around in circles–with me at the center of the circle. Kind of an honor, really. I suspect they thought I was a tree. I have that effect on some people.