Ever see that movie 'American Tale'? It had a song called 'There are no cats in America'.
Would that this were true. There are some feral cats in my apartment complex, which i believe were born in a vacant field nearby--they are still juvenile. They are to be seen climbing on the dumpster, although their coats suggest they get good nutrition. They are rather scrawny, but i think they fend for themselves well enough, with warm weather meaning insects and small rodents are in abundance. The coming winter may radically alter their circumstances.
They like to sleep beneath the cars parked here when the sun beats down, and may well learn the trick of climbing under a vehicle to sleep on the cooling but still warm engine block at night--which could get them killed. I look under the jeep whenever leave the place . . .
And they have decide they like me, and they follow me around when i'm outside. I'm alergic, as well as being unimpressed with their credentials as accredited mammals. That's likely an uninformed opinion on my part though, as i associate mammals with a modicum of intelligence, such as i have never seen cats display.
One of my favorite pieces of writing ever ever was about cats in the piazza Vittorio Emanuele in Rome, those cats being born of a colony of centuries... Eleanor Clark wrote of it in her book, Rome and a Villa.
I photocopied the pages about the cat colony in the piazza - because I was lecturing on piazzas and like cats - and I think the university secured permission or at least we tried. Since then the book has been reprinted in paperback.
I am wildly allergic to cats.
So, abu, how do cats work out in the desert...
Eccles wrote:Be honest, rabbit
Who do you think's going to win between a rabbit and a hound dog? Besides which, my dog is extremely sophisticated and technologically minded (notice attached jet pack). I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your bunny's a stoner.
Ha! I have small tactical nukes, rear-mounted laser cannon, and front-mounted twin bazookas.
And I don't smoke.
So watch it, dog breath.
Oh - and I am 5' 6" in my stockinged feet.
Setanta wrote:I've never read the word before tonight, although i heard it frequently as a child. I always assumed it would be spelt l-a-r-r-u-p-i-n-g . . .
Hmmm - in these latter days, to wit now, in Oz, the word tends to mean masturbating.
All the easier for me to duck from you, stoner wabbit
Twin bazookas, hahaha the last guy that described mine that way came close to losing his tactile nuke.
Ewww, that's low, even for me. Ah well, don't think I'll go down that easily.
Dlowan, I just followed your "do not provoke the bunny" link.
HHhhhhmmmmmmm I don;t think I'll be provoking the bunny any further today.
When the bunny muzzle is finished being made, however ......
Setanta--
Your spelling is probably correct.
Dlowan--
Sorry for the slur. I'm a miserable, ethnocentric English speaker.
boy, ya go way for a day and this thread is allover, next were gonna be doing rabbit recipes(which, I might add, is a wonderful thought)
i am fond of lagamorphs
resting in a pan of broth
howza bout linguini with Lyonnaise lapine sauce?
This is a thread about CATS!!!
Not anymore, bunny. Slurp.
In an effort to return to the topic at hand, I'm reporting that I don't have an online photo of Mikey's thumbs. I've got a photo, but it's not digitized.
I could send it to somebody who could scan it for me and then send it to me at which point I could post it here. But let's face it. By the time all that transpired, who would care? And this thread would probably be so far off topic that the photo of a cat with a thumb would seem off topic.
I'm rambling. Sorry.
PS, I don't hunt or eat wabbits. I'm a Thumper fan.
I don't think that it's a good idea to eat cats, Dlowan, they're too stringy. Rabbits are much tastier
