Admit it–when you watch a cat playing, don’t you wish that you could move like that?
The cat in this video is amused by balls, the more, the merrier. He gathers them up, but he’s too excited to keep them all in one place. My cats don’t give a hang for balls. The thing that really turns them on is bugs, and one is naturally averse to bringing too many of those into one’s home. I wish I could get them to play with fuzzy balls. The cats, that is; not the bugs.
Imagine my dismay last night, at precisely 2:17 a.m., when my agents informed me that Violet Crepuscular has been arrested for that business with the toothpaste rolls, and her manuscript of Oy, Rodney been impounded by police. Something had to be done before the cops burned the papers.
Byron the Quokka has been sent to rescue Ms. Crepuscular–he’s sure he can get in and out of the police station, and in and out of the holding cell, without anyone seeing or hearing him–and safely retrieve the manuscript. He promises success. It seems a great-aunt of his once sprang H.G. Wells from jail.
Well, if he’s not back in another two hours, I’ll have to presume they did catch him, after all, and then find someone to rescue him.
These are some pretty snazzy fish tanks. How come, whenever you see a nice fish tank in a movie, it always (!) winds up being knocked down and broken?
Cats love fish tanks. “This is the dawning of the Age of Aquariums!” If your aquarium is too big for your cat to tip over, then it’s big enough for him to fall in. Kind of rough on the fish, wouldn’t you say?
I don’t feel like posting any nooze today. It’s what’s out there–the usual mix of sex-bots, transgenders, insane public policies, ranging from the out-and-out disgusting to the merely preposterous. As long as I’ve got to live with preposterous, I’d at least like it to be funny.
Like the, um, questionable decisions that went into the creation of the snafus on this video. I like the decoration on the catering van best. I mean, if that doesn’t pep up your appetite, what will?
On the bright side: the idiots responsible for these embarrassments have no time to run for public office.
I don’t know what you’d call it, but I’d call it a good start in life–cuddling with a cat before you can toddle. And it’s astounding, how patient some of these cats are with human babies who appear to have mistaken them for some kind of furry squeaky-toy.
Yes, I’m convinced it’s a good idea to let your baby and your pet cuddle and play together. Unless your pet is a lobster. Then all bets are off.
Those little balls of fluff running all around the playroom are guinea pigs, and the cat is trying heroically to ignore them. They don’t want to be ignored. Maybe the cat is preparing for an audition as a Buckingham Palace guard. Maybe the guinea pigs are helping him rehearse.
If you can get a cat to stop ignoring you, that’s an achievement.
Well, I do! Some of you, I fear, think lizards are icky. Maybe I can win you over, with help from some of the little characters in this video.
By the way, the iguana riding the rumba is highly annoyed with someone or something. You can learn to read their body language, which is really quite expressive.
Eventually the Australian bearded lizards will make friends with the orange cat, once he’s convinced of the cat’s good intentions.
And you’ve got to love the baby chameleon who’s seeing running water for the first time and thinks he ought to be able to grab hold of it and climb it. Live and learn.
Fah! Enough of the nooze! Time for something clean and sane.
Do you sing to your cat? I do; and I have better luck with it than the woman in this video. My cats like it when I sing to them. It’s only when I play the harmonica that they run away. In this they are totally unfair. My harmonica-playing is much better than my singing.
Last night Robbie joined me as I was doing dishes, and looked up at me with an air of expectancy. So I sang what has turned out to be her favorite song: “I am Iraq,” Sung to the tune of the old Simon and Garfunkel song, “I am a Rock.”
I am Iraq! I am an Iiiiiiireland!
And Iraq feels no pain. And Ireland never cries…
I could tell she liked it because she didn’t run away and hide.
Gee, this has all the makings of a Youtube challenge–see who can stuff the most toilet paper into his or her cheeks. The winner gets to be **Famous**! Or have they done that one already?
Here is a hamster stealing toilet paper and stuffing it into his cheeks; but the hamster has a really good reason for it. You can probably guess what it is. No, it has nothing to do with showing up the other pets as peasants and poltroons.
This, he said, is what it means to be a hamster.
This is what you get when Daddy and Mommy are musicians–a musical household.
Well, at any rate you get a dancing toddler and a dog who plays the piano and sings, insofar as a dog can do such things. Betcha J.S. Bach had this in his house! Anyway, we saw it last night and I knew I’d have to share it with you all.