Max posted the most awesome expose
on the Cheezburger Cats–
at her blog
Consider Yourself Warned:
If you are one of the “Top WordPress.com Blogs Today” challenging the I Can Has Cats for a top spot…
those Blogs should be afraid….
very, very very afraid.
Problem with the car? Confusion over the house insurance? Need to put a shelf up? Even how do you blanch broccoli? I’ll call my dad.
He’ll always have an answer, or at least know where to find one. (Anything involving gadgets, for instance, gets outsourced to his mate John, who lives nearby in a house full of self-soldered circuit boards and half-built computers.)
But it worries me. I’ll be 40 in a few years: shouldn’t I already know how to tile a bathroom wall?
Where does Dad get all this knowledge from? Is it instinct? Was he born knowing how to replace a fanbelt? Did he rely on his father for all these life skills? Were they passed down like an Olympic torch, practicality burning down the generations?
Trouble is, I think I’m in danger of dropping it. In years to come, when my kids phone me up to ask how to reignite their boiler, I’ll have to put them on to Granddad.
I know it’s not just me – my brother and sister are the same. Luckily, despite being 70 and with one false hip, my dad is still the most energetic, indefatigable man you’re ever likely to meet.
Thank goodness for that. You’ve got years of cutting down trees and fixing curtain rails ahead of you, Dad. No peaceful retirement for you, I’m afraid. We’d be neck-deep in chaos without you.
Barack Obama will appear on the Late Show with David Letterman on Thursday night to read the Top 10 Surprising Things About Obama.
Here’s the list:
10. My first act as President will be to stop the fighting between Lauren and Heidi on the Hills.
9. In the Illinois primary, I accidentally voted for Kucinich.8. When I tell my kids to clean their room I finish with, “I’m Barack Obama and I approved this Message.”
7. Throughout High School I was consistently voted “Barackiest.”
6. Earlier today, I bowled a 39.
5. I have canceled all my appearances the day the Sex and the City movie opens.
4. It’s the birthplace of Fred Astaire (sorry that’s a surprising fact about Omaha).
3. We are tirelessly working to get the endorsement of Kentucky Derby favorite, Colonel John.
2. This has nothing to do with the Top Ten, but what the heck is up with Paula Abdul.
1. I have not slept since October.
Sing it with me now…
Oh I’ve got a cat he’s got some skin
that’s what keeps his inside in…
I’ve got a cat with skin uh-huh!
Yes those are lines from a real song.
And if you’re eating or drinking, swallow before you click
to check it out-
Otherwise you’ll end up with goo all over your screen.
amm
Charlie is a baby.
A Baby Who Bites.
And he has a great laugh.
God I love Youtube
It’s Springtime and that has come to mean one thing to me- lots of trips to the Vet’s Office for me and my cats.
Every year one of them ends up with some cut or scratch that ends up becoming some gooey mess that smells bad and looks worse and if you think that’snot awful enough YOU try to fit a cat into a box or a crate before they try to eat your fingers off of your hand ( None of my cats are scratchers- and they’ve got all their claws. They’re just biters I guess. )
Last week my cat Blitzer came home with this open wound on his face and before I could get close enough to see it I caught a whiff and I’ll be darned.
Spring MUST be here.
Anyway…
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
This time he didn’t wait to see the Travel Box before he tried to wrap himself around my arm- he just went for it.
Well.
It saved me the effort into catching a cat that spends most of his time in trees and always seems to be in one when a trip to the Vet’s office is in order.
Anyway it turns out I’d actually cleaned Blitzer up pretty good and drained the wound well enough so all we had to do at the Vets was to get some meds.
I was standing at the counter in reception waiting to pay the bill when this guy next to me starts asking the receptionist questions about his dog’s overnight stay after her surgery.
To be specific he didn’t want her to stay overnight- she doesn’t do well in strange places he said.
While we were waiting I’d let Blitzer out of the box- here’s the strange thing about Blitzer, when I take him places he’ll stay with me. I can’t even trust my dogs off their leash but Blitzer my cat?
Not a problem.
So the guy is talking and Blitzer is watching him from the other end of the counter to my left when I noticed the antibiotic is sort of running out his wound and down his jaw and without thinking I sort of push it back in and wipe my finger on the back of my jeans.
This guy stops talking about his dog for a few seconds and looks from me to Blitzer and back to Blitzer again and starts talking about his dog.
Then he stops again and says, ” Ma’am, your cat…”
I look over at Blitzer and his face is dripping a bit so I pick him up set him down on one of those paper towel things and say ” thanks. “
Blitzer turns so that he’s sitting with his back towards me and he’s watching this guy talk.
From the way Blitzer’s ears are swivleing and the way his tail is moving from side to side I know…
Blitzer is stalking this guy the same way he stalks birds.
Weird.
I start to write the check and I’m setting up some appointments for checkups for Blitzer and his brothers when The Guy With The Insecure dog says, ” Excuse me, but your cat…”
” Yeah? “
” It’s nothing… really…but he’s dripping a little.”
Jeeze…Blitzer is tweaking this guy.
” Get back in- ” I tell Blitzer and I push the box around a little so Blitzer knows it’s time to go.
He’s not moving, he’s just watching this guy like he’s lunch.
” Cut it out…” I tell my cat.
When Blitzer doesn’t move I grab his tail near his back and pull him towards me- he doesn’t move a muscle just sits there until he’s across the counter to my right and I can see his face.
” I said get into the box. “
He takes a good long look at the Guy With The Insecure Dog and sort of oozes his way into the box. But he keeps his head up enough to wear the tips of his ears are still just above the rim.
I slam the lid down and shrug.
” Cats. ” Is all I can think to say.
I pay the bill grab the little bag of meds and before I’m out the door I can hear this guy say to the receptionist, ” Okay, if she has to stay she has to stay. But look, that cat isn’t going to be here, is it? “
Blitzer…and yes his eyes REALLY
glow like that…
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Irregular Bones 