Max sent this to me because she knew I would love it.
This music video has Punk Music, Mouthy Rodents and Leather
Max.
She IS the Bees Knees.
The Nutz are a squirrel punk band from the small town of Nutting Hill on the outskirts of London, England.
Squirrel Power is their first single.
Find out more about The Nutz HERE
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Last week- actually off the top of my head I’m not sure about the time frame
because I’ve been slacking off with the blogging thing-
I LOL’d the days of the week.
This week
I’ve decided to warn the world
about
Unfunny Spirits.
Who are
the
Unfunny Spirits
and what do they want?
You are about to find out….
stay tuned.
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The American Veterinarian Association in Seattle, Washington asked the famous Pike Place Market Fish Throwers to open their convention – which is pretty neat because tourists from all over the world go to the Pike Place Market to watch the Fish Throwers at work and if I could get these guys to show up at one of my parties I’d be thrilled.
Now, if you’re not familiar with the Fish Throwers this may all sound kind of weird because indeed Vendors from the Pike Place Market do they toss and catch Fish- if you can’t quite see that think tossing Pizza dough they toss fish.
It’s awesome.
But strange.
But this weirdness has been topped.
A Spokeswoman from PETA wants to replace the dead fish with Rubber Fish and then the Spokeswoman compared the fish throwing with tossing around dead kittens.
I don’t know who this spokeswoman from PETA is- her name is Lindsay Rajt and she’s from Norfolk, Virginia still, stranger to me or not- I would like to nominate her for Queen of The Dingbats- unless of course Lindsay Rajt thinks that she would be cruel to the sitting Dingbat Queen to take her throne. She probably thinks it would be like cutting the legs off of a Giraffe or something like that.
For real, how did Lindsay Rajt find this event? Did she GOOGLE dead fish and throw? My friends and I GOOGLE weird stuff just to see what we can get, but when that’s going on we’ve probably been drinking and want to see who can write the idiot post of the night- so we’ve got an excuse.
But I was wondering: after PETA attempt to save the dead fish at the Convention are they going to go to the Pike Place Market and toss fish heads soaked in super glue at the tourists and Fish Vendors? From there will they go on and liberate Goldfish from their bowls held captive by gawking Kindergarteners and Preschoolers across the rest of King County?
If what PETA want is attention they shouldn’t be trying to scam free press by making a scene with the Pike Place Market and the people who work there. SOME people have to work for a living- not all of us can get money from PETA by showing our naked butts on billboards to help them further their agenda.
This is Wolfie, he died two years ago from kidney failure.
He was 17 years old.
Wolfie isn’t like my other cats because:
He loved eating potato chips
he would fight me for my cheeseburgers
and he considered stealing food from my plate a contact sport .
For fun he enjoyed getting into my book bag, probably just so he could hear the crash when he would knock it off the chair.
He also found ways to steal my pillow when I was sleeping- I guess I should be grateful he only wanted to sleep on it.
The thing of it is, after he died I realized I wasn’t use to pillows anymore and I was waking up in the middle of the night and tossing it on the floor.
Wolfie had some weird habits, but I wasn’t the perfect pet owner so it balanced itself out.
This is Carl Kolchak
Last year I rescued him from a bad end- he was caught in a trap and on his way to the Humane Soceity when I took him home.
Carl isn’t like my other cats because:
He eats potato chips, hogs my pillow and if I blink he will steal the food off of my plate.
And when I walk in the door and sit my book bag down he purrs so hard his body shakes and then he jumps up grabs it and pulls it down.
When it hits the floor he doesn’t even flinch.
It’s funny, the way life finds ways to go on.
Same Planet, Different Worlds…
Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary
Day 983 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or
some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless
must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to
disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I
had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear
the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to
the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to
my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The
dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be
more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now …
:::where I got this from-my husband-who probably thinks my cat wrote it::::
Today in the Seattle P.I. I read a story about the one of the most interesting cats – so what made Cooper- you may be thinking- so interesting to a woman who has cats-one of whom got into a fight witha Pitbull and won?
Cooper is a photographer – the humans that keep his food bowl restocked are filmakers Michael and Deidre Cross. And given that Cooper has taken some very interesting pictures I’m willing to guess that Michael and Diedre have learned a lot from him:::
One of the comments I’ve run across asks if Coopers pictures are art- he doesn’t control the camera after all.
Look, this is what Cooper sees and not only is there art in that, there is poetry and there are stories too.
So you go Cooper, if anything it will drive home the point that the world is more interesting when we’re able to see it through something other then then our own mind’s eye.
::: More On Cooper’s Pictures At:::
Cooper Will Be Featured On Animal Planet Cats 101 Episode 1
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It was a bad day.
It was one of those I feel invisible days.
It was one of those ” if I got sucked up into an alien space ship from Mars or burst into flames I’ll bet no one would notice” kind of days.
You know.
It has been one THOSE days.
So when I come home from work in a worse then usual mood I smell something coming from the hallway that goes into my bedroom and there I find
a bird wing
the hind quarters of something – don’t ask me what it was
a little pile of guts
And
sitting there purring his little heart out is my psycho cat
Blitzer.
He’s purring so loud his body is shaking and then he meows and climbs up my leg to my shoulder.
You know it is true…the little things that we do for each other counts for a lot.
Even if those little things attracts flies.
Irregular Bones 