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Spread the Disease |
We have two fairly young cats. I don't mind too much, even though I'm more of a dog person. I was playing with the cats using my boot laces (out of my boots for cleaning) on the back patio. Keep in mind it's Sunday morning, so I'm in a pair of loose, comfy PJ pants with a draw string. I put up the boot laces and turn to walk back inside when I feel a weight slam into my crotch. I look down in horror to see my tortie hanging from my crotch by her claws, trying to get at my dangling drawstring. I don't recall every having come so close to punching a kitten in the face, but I suppose there's a first for everything. From the sound I made, if any of my neighbors were home, they were probably wondering when I starting slaughtering sheep. I gently extracted the kitteh from my no-no zone and went back inside. The boyz escaped damage by a HAIR. SO... Beware playful kittehs when you are wearing pants with dangly bits, especially when they are rather thin. Otherwise, you risk YOUR dangly bits. I'm flesheatingvirus, and I approve this message! ________________________________________ -- Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. -- | ||
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Age Quod Agis |
Glad you escaped. Sounds like a close run thing. Kittehs do not distinguish bits. "I vowed to myself to fight against evil more completely and more wholeheartedly than I ever did before. . . . That’s the only way to pay back part of that vast debt, to live up to and try to fulfill that tremendous obligation." Alfred Hornik, Sunday, December 2, 1945 to his family, on his continuing duty to others for surviving WW II. | |||
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Cogito Ergo Sum |
Can always tell when someone has a kitten by the scratch marks on their hands and arms from the sharp little claws. I wish I could get my knives that sharp. | |||
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You cat people are nuts!! | |||
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E Plebmnista; Norcom, Forcom, Perfectumum. |
For a brief moment, one could say you were trans. ================================================ Ultron: "You're unbearably naive." Vision: "Well, I was born yesterday." | |||
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Spread the Disease |
For a brief moment, I did have two belly buttons. ________________________________________ -- Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. -- | |||
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Drill Here, Drill Now |
That's quite the kitten story. I have an unfun kitten story. I took a shower one day way back when I was a teenager. I've toweled off from the knees up, I get out of the shower, I'm standing on the bath mat, my feet are about shoulder width apart, I bend over and begin to towel off my shins, and I experience a sharp pain in my balls. I curse and the family kitten scampers out of the bathroom. Apparently, the kitten saw something (aka my balls) to jump up and bat with her paw, and did not retract her claws. I decide I need to disenfect the bloody scratches since the kitten's paws/claws walk in kitty litter. I cursed a 2nd time when the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball hit the scratches. Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity DISCLAIMER: These are the author's own personal views and do not represent the views of the author's employer. | |||
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No, not like Bill Clinton |
Ha, funny Playing with a laser near your wife's legs is not a good idea Our cats get their claws trimmed every first of the month. They all (6 soon to be 7) take it pretty well except the British shorthair, we have to confine her with a towel so she doesn't murder us | |||
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His Royal Hiney |
maybe the kitten was trying to catch your mouse. "It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our answer must consist not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual." Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning, 1946. | |||
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Watch your toes under the sheets. They are a tempting cat target. End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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Prepared for the Worst, Providing the Best |
No cats here but my dog gets super excited every time I come home, which usually results in him jumping up and kicking me right in the nuts with his front feet! | |||
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