Friday, August 01, 2008

 

Is there a cat doc (with a couch) in the house?

Not that I'm a cat person or anything, but if I had the time and resources, I might would take my poor Ice-T to a cat shrink.

All he does is mope around the house. And he's gotten so fat! He's growin' like a steer on corn. Which isn't far off, since he's been denutted and we can't keep him out of Eames' baby food.

Sigh.

Actually, he is going to a non-psych doc in the morning. He's frowing up again.

--ER

Comments:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM

Aside from that, though ...

Cats throw up. It's what they do. My cat throws up about once a week or so, either with or without a hairball. We try to groom her, we give her little medicines, but it doesn't work. Vet says it's normal.

Likewise with the food. Cats are territorial. Every pair of cats I know tries to eat up the others' food, to keep the other one from getting at it.

When you get down to it, cats are disgusting, but really lovable, little critters.
 
How would you feel if Dr.ER brought home another ER and said ya'll got to share now?

Cat's are no differentexcept we can rationalize about it. They just feel it.

Greetings from Moab, Utah.
108 degrees today.
Last week I was wandering the beaches or Oregon. Now I've be wandering some old beaches around here that are more than 12 million years old.
Got some sand dollars from both.
 
Cats are nature's way of telling you that your furniture is too nice.
 
LOL! I think that should say "was" too nice!

Hell, my dainty little girl pukes on everything, just because she can. My big brute of a male stalks her and chases her everywhere, and I'm such a sucker that I left a ladder up in one of my rooms b/c it gives her a place to escape from the fat ass bully.

It was most excellent when she puked from the top of the ladder, gotta say. Projectile vomiting at it's finest.

She hates him, he wants to wrassle with her more than anything in the world, yet he still politely waits for her to finish her fill of wet food in the morning before he takes over her food dish, and sometimes she gives him a lick before letting him have it.

They'll work it out, or they'll figure out a way to make your life miserable until they do.
 
Hoo boy. This is a real test of my reluctant change of policy that allows livestock to live in the house.
 
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