Here's a way to play with a cat, and practice casting too!

Take an old sock and knot it several times, then tie it on to a small fishing pole and cast it across the living room. Retrieve it just right and you can have a cat going ballistic over it...

(This is another quality entertainment that can be done while you couch potato out in front of your TV)

 

Some cats get all the luck!

 

I don't think he realizes you are talking about the block type as opposed to the tub type. (soft spread)

 

Now that's enough pu$$y for anyone.

In thinking about which puppy to keep (I still have the momma, and both a male and a female) I analysed the situation.

If I keep a male, they'll breed unless Electra is spayed.

If I had two males - they would be trying to do the jail-house thing, and that isn't a good thing.

If I have two females however, the closest they might come to the jail-house business would be for them to stand back-to-back with eachother and wait for something to happen that never will....

NAH!

I want to keep Rob Roy!

 

I think this is appropriate here:

The 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 - Milk bones! 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 - Dinner! 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!


The Cat's 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 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 my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. *******s!

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 must 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.

 

Usagi answers to whistles. LOVES the laser pointer. Likes chicken. LOVES being rocked in her carrier. LOVES drinking out a dragon water fountain that has a moving colorful "crystal ball".

Oh, and loves olives.

Neko, on the other hand, drinks from the same water fountain but goes for the water wheel (you will get rained on if you are sitting in the chair below it) LOVES potatoe chips. Will look up at you with those BIG green/yellow eyes and asks politely with a loud "meow" to be petted. She is a "rescue" after someone dumped her as a kitten onto a street (my daughter saw this) and the miscreant ran into her. So Neko is kinda clumsy while jumping up onto something.

Neko likes the whipped cream on icecream while Usagi likes icecream.

 

Wow, that is seriously the coolest cat name ive ever heard. I would post my cats name but some people may take it the wrong way. Next time i get a cat i need you to name it for me. Vikings kick ***. They are almost as cool as pirates....almost.

 

I lived two doors up from a neighbor that probably had the ultimate cat one could have or want; a male Nubian lion.

His name was Togare.

Eventually the city of S.F. told him (Anton Lavey) that he couldn't keep it, so Togare was sent to a preserve in the Mojave Desert called Shambala, ran by Tippi Hedren (The Birds).

I wonder where he came up with the name "Togare". Interesting.

I wouldn't want to feed it cream cheese, at least not being in the same cage.

VikingBabe, Usagi and Neko are pretty cool names.

I knew a few girls that liked whipped cream, but that's a whole different forum altogether.

 

I simply called the little one "MEW" because it was what it had to say nearly constantly unless it had complete attention.

It's on it's way to become a country cat - I found a home for it with lot's of room and plenty of mice to chase.