I just had to post this video again, it’s so funny.
Watch the cat try his level best to ignore the guinea pigs, who are doing everything they can think of to stir him up. Is this cat auditioning for a job as one of those Buckingham Palace guards? I wonder if they test those guards’ responses to guinea pigs. They’re not supposed to move or speak or crack a smile, no matter what.
But if a cat can’t ignore these guinea pigs, who can?
Let’s face it, you can’t do this with your goldfish. But cats are ideal for cuddling up and snoozing with. Even babies think so.
Our cat Peep excels at putting her humans to sleep. Her sister, Robbie, doesn’t bother. Well, nobody ever said they’re all alike.
Come to think of it, I do know someone who cuddles with his fish. But that is all I want to know about it.
These are billed as “Adorable Cats.” I’ll go along with that.
BTW, I know exactly what’s going on with those goldfish. They’re used to being fed by hand, and when they see the cat leaning over their pond, they think he’s going to feed them, too. My turtle never gave up hope that our cat Henry would feed him.
Fun False Fact: Warren G. Harding had a pet clam named Milton. He invested a great deal of time in trying to teach Milton tricks.
Let’s face it, fossil fuels are like totally destroying The Planet and the world’s gonna end in ten years if we don’t stop using them.
But not to worry–now you can have your own nuclear power plant! It’ll generate all the electricity you’ll ever need, and won’t take up any more space in your back yard than that storage shed where you keep the naughty pictures.
The Great Leap Forward to Personal Nuclear Power, by Dr. Eugene Foopus, Professor of Gender Studies at Yail University, is an easy little 28-page booklet that tells you how to build and operate a nuclear reactor. Don’t worry about getting bogged down in hard-to-understand technical language! Hand-drawn diagrams do a more than adequate job of explaining it, and Dr. Foopus is very careful not to use words you might not understand.
As for fueling your reactor with costly uranium–well, by the time you get the thing built, says Dr. Foopus, there will be a new Democrat president and uranium will once more be for sale by the State Dept. Make sure you’re first in line!
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It never fails. You buy your cat a really snazzy (and probably expensive) cat toy, and all she wants is the paper bag it came in.
As you will see from this video, this romantic yen for paper bags is inborn in cats. Little kittens have it. I’ll bet if you rattled a paper bag near a pregnant cat, the babies in her womb would get rowdy. “Oh, we just can’t wait to be born! A world filled with paper bags awaits us!”
Why does that pet rat have a strand of spaghetti draped over his back? Where did that sheep learn how to herd a sheepdog? And why can’t dogs maneuver pole-shaped objects through a doorway, when parrots figure it out all the time?
Some of them, though, are just having fun.
Some of these have appeared in other compilations, but that’s the breaks. They’re still good.
My favorite is the kitten gnawing on the dog’s face while the poor dog is trying to take a nap. Doesn’t he know the dog is 20 times bigger than himself? But then he probably also knows the dog won’t hurt him.
The pet I need now is a hungry chameleon to polish off these flies…
Watch this while we’re at the doctors. We can all use a laugh.
How close these kids came to succeeding with this trick!
And if there’s a sadder word in the language than “almost,” I dunno what it is.
I wonder how many ghost stories got started this way–with a cat fumbling around inside the curtains, temporarily unable to get out. “There was no wind–how could there be? all the windows were closed–and yet the curtains moved hideously…” And the house gets an evil reputation for being haunted.
And then there’s the haunted bed. Betcha M.R. James was inspired by something like this.
I’m beginning to fear that maybe this quokka stuff is getting out of hand; but then I’m getting killed with allergies today, so what do I know?
See if you can spot Byron in the crowd of neighbors, friends, and relatives. Some of them will be getting together to play Bell Mountain Trivia later tonight.
I have to go to bed. I feel awful.