Admittedly, not the most creative video I’ve ever posted. But I’m a sucker for cute little kittens. And the ones in the videos never somehow fly to the top of the refrigerator, crawl inside the bag with the ice cream-making machine, and then send the whole shootin’ match to the floor with a crash like the crack of doom. Peep did that once. She was unscathed, but the machine was ruined.
Obviously the dog is watching the movie and not just sitting there like a piece of fuzzy furniture. He even seems to get a little bored after a minute or two of a woman taking a shower. But of course it’s the shower scene in Psycho–and that’s when it becomes obvious that the dog really does understand what he’s seeing–and doesn’t like it!
Has anyone made a movie specifically for dogs?
Everybody knows why clothes were invented. It was to provide cats with cool things to play with–like bras, rolled-up socks, gloves, towels, etc. Also, some cats like to collect them. The cat with the biggest and most varied collection of clothes wins a Pulitzer Prize.
Cats and dogs just love to turn the tables on each other–especially, it seems, when there’s a camera present. “How can I make this dog look like a total doofus?” wonders the cat. Or, “Here’s where I make the cat jump out of his skin in front of all these people!” You’d swear they do it on purpose.
Our cat Buster used to love to lay his head down on your hand. Which meant you had to stop whatever you were doing; but for that much love, it’s worth it.
And there’s a tiny puppy in here who seems to think he’s about ten times bigger than he is. I knew a little man like that: always picking fights with fellows twice his size. The puppy is cute. He wasn’t.
I love to watch a cat trying to figure out something that he’s never seen before. If you listen carefully, you can hear the wheels turning.
And I love to watch tiny puppies threaten mayhem–especially to inanimate objects.
And now to bed.
Well, now I know why I feel so flamin’ tired. I’ve caught Patty’s cold. Oh, joy.
So I’m going to bed, having left you with these excited little dogs grooving on television. You wonder–are they just playing, or do they think what they’re seeing is real?
But then you could ask the same question about CNN viewers.
You just know you’re gonna grow up to have a hard life, if your cat beats you at table hockey.
Look at the fun cats can have with people-toys, when there are no paper bags or cardboard boxes–or purses left open–available.
I wish they’d play chess, though. Nobody to play it with, around here.
Watch this little black dog–how does he do it? Up the tree, down the tree, back and forth along the branches–was he raised by squirrels?
Granted, it doesn’t look like a very hard tree to climb. But that’s like hearing a dog recite “Jack and Jill” and saying, “Well, it’s not the Gettysburg Address, is it?”
So I looked out my upstairs window one day, and our cat, Henry, walked past. Holy cow! He was way up high in a tree and tooling around on the branches. Just like the cat in this video, who shinnied up his tree to catch pigeons.
Henry got down on his own; he never met the tree that could defeat him. But in this video, we are left in some doubt as to how the cat gets down again. I expect a man with a ladder figures strongly in that scenario.