now might be a good time for Gus and the cat to have a little heart to heart....and so perhaps we should draw the curtain on this Norman Rockwell like scene for a few minutes.....Gus. flowers and tuna perhaps?
I can top that for a day starter:
40 minute turnpike jaunt on my bike, followed up with a nice 60ish MPH turn on the off-ramp.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:I can top that for a day starter:
40 minute turnpike jaunt on my bike, followed up with a nice 60ish MPH turn on the off-ramp.
I rarely go to Boston because of the grossly impaired traffic flow.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:I have just returned from upstairs. I went to check on the cat, just so msolga will calm down a little.
The cat was stretched out on the wood floor, basking in a swath of sunshine. She looked at me, blinked, and then returned to her nap.
My life is simiar to Gus' cat, the only difference is I haven't vomitted on anyone's foot in a while.
MEYOW
paulaj wrote:gustavratzenhofer wrote:I have just returned from upstairs. I went to check on the cat, just so msolga will calm down a little.
The cat was stretched out on the wood floor, basking in a swath of sunshine. She looked at me, blinked, and then returned to her nap.
My life is simiar to Gus' cat, the only difference is I haven't vomitted on anyone's foot in a while.
MEYOW
You should try it again soon. It's quite the stress reliever.
paulaj wrote:gustavratzenhofer wrote:I have just returned from upstairs. I went to check on the cat, just so msolga will calm down a little.
The cat was stretched out on the wood floor, basking in a swath of sunshine. She looked at me, blinked, and then returned to her nap.
My life is simiar to Gus' cat, the only difference is I haven't vomitted on anyone's foot in a while.
MEYOW
You mean Gus brings you flowers and fancy feast every time you do the nasty?
I'm going to let you folks in on a little secret........
I am Gus' cat. And no I don't get flowers from him, that's why I puked on his foot (I believe that's called passive agressive behavior, I can't help it, I'm a cat).
I do have him wrapped around my paw though. What a life
Paula, traffic isn't always that bad.
Stop being such a pus....wait, you already admitted you're Gus'.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:Paula, traffic isn't always that bad.
Stop being such a pus....wait, you already admitted you're Gus'.
CAT! That's C*A*T not, you know what! Slappy poopoo
How's the day I had to move. First thing in the morning, I'm up. It was blowing a gale, pouring rain - really shitfull.
I go downstairs in the unit block and the friggin' cat from down stairs has left a dead half-chewed rat on the stairs. A going-away present perhaps?
I knew then that this it was NOT going to be a good day.
Most Australians reside in prison, Paula. Very few live free. There are exceptions of course.
Our very own Dlowan is some sort of aboriginal queen who is carried around the outback on the backs of little brown people.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:Most Australians reside in prison, Paula. Very few live free. There are exceptions of course.
Our very own Dlowan is some sort of aboriginal queen who is carried around the outback on the backs of little brown people.
Be careful Gus - I may become angry and intemperate
Did the day improve, Stilly love?
That's what you get from owning a cat - detestable creatures - only good for keeping mice away - more detestable creatures.
Want to hear about making my night last night? I have a noisy neighbor who invested in a drum kit. Sadly the @#$% is only learning - what a joy. So somewhere in between dive-bombing the cymballs, I hear this strange noise from within my apartment and I go to investigate. There, in my empty kitchen bin, is a mouse - jumping up repeatedly trying to escape (must have fallen into bin and cannot climb back out). After soiling myself, I drowned the unwelcome guest and flushed him down the toilet. Now I can't use the toilet because I have visions of his little dead body (or worse, his live mouse friends swimming up the pipes to avenge him while I am sitting on the pot).
I tell you I have cramps this morning. Is there a bucket handy?
Mice are fierce avengers of their own kind - and doughty scuba divers.
Soon - you will be unable to restrain yourself - and they will attack ferociously from their mass bivouac in the S bend.
There is no escape...
My goodness Gus, I had no idea, I think I will help Mr. Stillwater out with some issues he might experience in the future.
Stillwater
Drop the soap, don't ask why, just trust me.
Join a gang the minute you get back.
Volunteer, if someone needs their 'Salad Tossed' raise your hand.
Make friends, if a huge man covered with tatoos say's something like "Stillwater, your my BITCH" spend some time with him, get to know him on a personal level, you can't have to many friends.
I hope I have helped you in some way. If you need more advice I'm usually around .
The leader - known as tunnel slayer...