Cynth wrote:Okay, wise guys, let's say a strange man (who really has a thing for pink tattoos) with a metal star on his shirt put a harness and leash on you, sat you down on his lap and started to tickle your neck without asking your permission. Wouldn't you be getting a little nervous? Maybe even try to get away?
Well, if it were a strange WOMAN I might give 'er ten minutes...
Steve
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They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
Cats, like any animal, are incapable of being evil. They just have a totally different set of priorities from humans. If you pay them a little attention, their needs are easily met, and they reward you with a cuddle and a big purr. Who could ask for more?
I often marvel at how cats and dogs manage to handle the frustration of trying to communicate with us. They don't take up smoking or drink camomile tea or anything. They just shrug it off to human stupidity and get on with life.
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Haven't seen the video. Can't access it at work. For the record, I am totally a cat person. Don't include me with that other shower, Cynth.
Sounds like utter bonehead stupidity on the part of the humans. With that sort of "control takes care of all" mentality (as it sounds), that lot'd be better off with a dog, probably, and a big one. They usually have more of a "whatever; hey, scratch my tummy now!" attitude.
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Just TRY to put that stupid harness on me. . .go ahead. . .TRY.
In honesty, he's probably a very nice cat who hasn't seen the outdoors in a long time, has never seen a camera with a boom mike, never worn a harness, and never met the nice animal control officer who subjected him to all that hoo-hah.
I laughed my furry a&& off when the cat climbed the man's leg.
Cats are neither evil nor good. Cats simply are.
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That IS hilarious. If they were serious, these were some dim bulbs making the video -- the cat's going sh*t, is a pretty good-sized cat, and they're trying to catch him in a CARDBOARD carrier?? My cats love me (at least I think so, although they do their best to hide the fact), and it's hard to get one into a nylon-mesh carrier. Even if they got him in, once he's that agitated, he'd be out in under 30 seconds.
On a related note, I once received a widely distributed email about a guy who'd just gotten a new kitten. He was just getting out of the shower when his wife called him about the garbage disposal. Naked as a jailbird, he looked underneath the sink, at which point the kitten decided to play with a pair of fuzzy balls -- they're cat toys, right? He woke up in the ER having his head, which he'd evidently reflexively hit on the disposal, stitched up.
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8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The
only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the
stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try
this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my
advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an
informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
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BTW, I have one dog and one cat, and like them both.
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Cynth wrote:let's say a strange man (who really has a thing for pink tattoos) with a metal star on his shirt put a harness and leash on you, sat you down on his lap and started to tickle your neck
If you want to make that 'a strange lady' I'll start the queue right here.
(Edit) Oops, looks like I'm number two behind Steve. Just remember to clean the harness before you pass it on.
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Oops, looks like I'm number two behind Steve. Just remember to clean the harness before you pass it on. 
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