The last one in Simon’s cat is our yellow tabby cat Finn at 4:30 AM waking my daughter Caity up and especially if his cat food bowl is empty.
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The new little stray was well represented. She’s a pill. And very enjoyable. Even when she jumps on my feet when I wiggle them under the blanket at 2am.
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Some of my favorite cats were strays that happened by and decided to stay.
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My mom and dad’s last cat was a stray B&W tuxedo cat that just showed up on their back deck one day and adopted them. They named him Fred and he lived to be 17 or so. He was a good cat and since my parents had a great big backyard, he was a free-range cat going in and out thru the cat door at will. He was hell on the moles that occasionally showed up in their large garden, bringing them up to the house to show them what he’d caught.
good stuff, but I could not believe that a cat would actually watch his own tail burn like that!!
Off Topic…Just got a Thank You Card from Miss Pilarsh’s Class in
Lorain, Ohio . (Horizon Science Academy)
Foghorn Leghorn is MY reality
The dog on the rope gnashing at the cool cat made me LOL. LOL!
@Jason
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What would our lives be like without cats or dogs?
Thanks be to our Creator!
Gee, maybe those old timey cartoonists had some real life experiences of different kinds…
BFH
I love you. That was effing awesome!!!
Great, except the soulless orc that shot the video of the burning tail. Can’t wait to see someone filming your excruciating demise!
Simon’s Cat:
https://youtu.be/M6vVTZglSzM
That was hilarious!
The last one in Simon’s cat is our yellow tabby cat Finn at 4:30 AM waking my daughter Caity up and especially if his cat food bowl is empty.
The new little stray was well represented. She’s a pill. And very enjoyable. Even when she jumps on my feet when I wiggle them under the blanket at 2am.
Some of my favorite cats were strays that happened by and decided to stay.
My mom and dad’s last cat was a stray B&W tuxedo cat that just showed up on their back deck one day and adopted them. They named him Fred and he lived to be 17 or so. He was a good cat and since my parents had a great big backyard, he was a free-range cat going in and out thru the cat door at will. He was hell on the moles that occasionally showed up in their large garden, bringing them up to the house to show them what he’d caught.
Thanks, that was great fun!