Cat-, er, crap-, er, catcrapperblogging
Anyone who has been around me in the hours following consumption of my Deer chili, or Linus the Dip, (an evil, addictive concoction eaten on tortilla chips which tastes like more) or even (in my case) califlower soup, knows not to stand downwind of me. I can clear a room, and in one case, cleared a building. Gyros and onion rings cause me to fart like the burning brakes on a semi. The worst, of course, is Deer meat tacos with homemade salsa verde. So after having eaten a bucketload of that, one would imagine that the seat of my jeans would be about the most toxic place on the surface of the planet.
Now, can anyone look at this picture and tell me this cat is NOT a moron?
No, nobody is forcing him to lie in my work jeans, he just curled up and jammed his nose right in the backside and went to sleep. Even shielded his nose with his paw so no latent vapors could escape.
A real brain surgeon, cooney is.
Did he really curl up there on purpose, or did he approach too close and get overpowered by the fumes?
he apparently likes to sleep there. I came home that day and took off my filthy jeans to go take a shower, and now he has camped there and won’t leave. When I pick the jeans up to put them in the wash, he makes a big fuss.
Nature Abhors or What Would Glenn Do?
I really don’t have anything to say today and yet that blank blog entry page is staring at me. I walk away but I know it is there. Rather than fill the void with something that sucks I’ll just point…
Our animal friends just like our scent, what can we do? Our Westie was a sock thief, and generally fascinated by feet since puppyhood. Fortunately, those were the only undergarments he was ever interested in. But he loved, and our Cairn (“Pixel”) loves, to curl up on any article of clothing of ours they can find.
Hmm… I actually have occasion to do my first crap blogging entry today. This catcrapperblogging post inspires me. Pixel had an interesting morning.
But, I dunno. Crap blogging so on the heels of the R.Reagan Award/Dick Cheney post just seems wrong somehow. (Oh, I’m sure “NOT”, according to the moonbats {gag} from Wednesday…)
Well, I do have a “puppy post” today…. Maybe it’s a “sign”.
I’ll have to think about it.
Oh, [strike]crap[/strike] hell. I’ll do it.
See!?? He loves you SO MUCH, he’s willing to lay in your smelly drawers, and all YOU do is mock him.
He’s going to shit in your shoes one day.
(P.S. I’d have hooked up with you and the Ogettes, but plans had already been made with Tara. Perhaps next time.)
That’s just plain torure. I’m reporting you to PETA.
On the other hand, cats do gravitate towards warmth…
Maybe it’s a general cat thing. My cats fight for the right to lay in my gym bag when I get home from work.
Sometimes they even wait for me to empty it.