Cats get into the darnedest places, don’t they?
When they were kittens, Robbie and Peep sort of disappeared and I just couldn’t find them anywhere…. until I looked under the bed. Nothing at first. And then the two little heads, upside-down, popped out from inside the box springs. Eeyah!
Dogs would never succeed in politics. Look at them: they don’t know how to lie.
And it’s too bad, too, because they are endowed with one of the key ingredients indispensable to holding public office–the ability to know a thing is wrong, and then go ahead and do it anyway.
But dogs, at least, feel shame, rendering them wholly unsuitable for positions in any government.
It’s hard to remember being a baby. I can’t do it. But I think I could, if I’d had a cat to cuddle me. I’ll bet that does wonders for the baby’s development.
Just be sure the cat understands she or he is to be gentle with the baby, before you leave the two of them alone together.
A lot of the babies in this video are laughing merrily as they play with the cat. I would love the see what the bond between the baby and the cat is like, five or six years down the road.
Everybody’s cat chases moths. But does your cat talk to the moths?
Our old cat, Henry, used to give moths a big piece of his mind, especially when they parked on the ceiling, way out of reach. “Come down here, you coward! I triple-dog dare you to come down!” Very strong language for a cat; I know he didn’t learn it from his mother.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist this. And it’s a lot more edifying than the news.
Nora the cat is famous for her piano-playing. Maybe someday Megan the little white dog will be famous, too.
I wonder if they could play a duet.
Watch this poor kitten try to stay away–can’t quite manage it. This reminds me of some lectures I’ve attended.
Happy Fourth of July, everybody.
Check out the moves on these cats. Don’t you wish you could be as athletic as that? Imagine what you could do on a basketball court. “Folks, he’s 67 years old, but he’s got the moves of a cat. I mean–wow, did you see that? He ducked the ball from half-court! I don’t believe my eyes!” [Has to be carted off, raving]
Now for a little fun before I relax with Freddy Goes Camping and probably fall asleep. Watch what happens as this cat tries and tries to catch the moth!
Cats love to chase moths. My old cat Henry, though, also liked to scold the moths. Sometimes a moth would just rest on the ceiling, way out of reach, and then Henry would give the insect a piece of his mind. Really, what that moth was doing wasn’t fair!
Go ahead, tell me you know somebody else who has a pet penguin. I dare you. And a penguin who does some of your shopping for you, no less.
This kind of penguin is native to Antarctica, but he seems very much at home in Japan, which I have heard is somewhat warmer.
I guess cats really shouldn’t watch horror movies–although I must say my cat, Buster, sat on my lap purring the whole time we watched The Creature from the Black Lagoon. Maybe he just didn’t think the Creature was all that scary.