We had these floor vents in my boyhood home. So cool! You could be in the upstairs bedroom and carry on a conversation with someone in the cellar without either of you having raise his voice. All the ducts, of course, communicated with the furnace.
But what’s the poor dog to make of this? Like, it’s a voice coming from the floor! A familiar voice–but what’s she doing as a disembodied voice emanating from the freakin’ floor? No wonder he can’t stop barking.
Okay, so it’s a showdown with a sheet. Much safer than a gunfight!
I don’t mean to overdo it, but I think I ought to grab Norbert videos while I can get them. The demand is insane! Sooner or later there’ll be Norbert impersonators.
Don’t you love it when your cat does this–or something like it? When I lie down to read in bed, Peep comes up and rests her head on my hand. There’s something about animals loving us that’s in a class of blessedness all by itself.
How civilized do you want your cat to be? This one responds to the sound of the automatic cat feeder. But then my cat Henry used to get on my case if I didn’t answer the phone as quickly as he thought I should.
Amazing False Fact: The great Khazakhstani playwright, Kevin Hicks, had a cat that never responded to anything.
Who says dogs are dumb? Look how they seize the possibilities of the trampoline: some of these shenanigans are downright creative.
Gee… I wonder what judo would look like if you did it on a trampoline.
They’re graceful, they’re athletic–and if they really want to drink swimming pool water, they’re nuts!
We don’t know what makes the cat in this video turn into a klutz; but the wind in the background might have something to do with it.
This dog’s name is Neddy, and his favorite toy is just out of reach. Does he give up? Not him! Of course, the doofus with the camera could have just given poor Neddy his toy… but then he wouldn’t have a YouTube video.
You’d think they could take turns with the scratching pad. Boy, would you be wrong!
True, they do scratch the scratching paid; but even more, much more, they like to sleep on it. And of course there’s no question of sharing it. My cats would feel forever shamed if either consented to share the blinkin’ thing.
Have any of you ever had a cat who didn’t sleep on the scratching pad?
I never give our cats balloons to play with because I’m afraid Peep might eat one. A certain member of my family once ate several balloons at a sitting; but that was years ago and she hasn’t done it since.
Don’t worry, it’s not a real mouse. Heaven forbid. It’s just one of those toy mice that eventually gets stripped down to its bare plastic shape. Our cats have one like that.
This is a very special kitten–more interested in the toy itself than in the bag it came in. It’s my experience that nothing beats a cardboard box… although our girl Missy thought nothing beat a fresh pipe cleaner. She’d play “fetch” with those.