You're one to talk K! Ccording to that post just above, you just shot your cat!
Insulin. I shot him up with his life-sustaining insulin.
whaddya wanna bet that Kicky's snuggling with his big shiny one on the duvet right now
Yeah yeah. And what was that news story about that dead cat in the Globe about today then? Dragged itself bleeding from the chest to the first aid post, but croaked before it'd meowed the name of its assassin?
Which reminds me, where's Kicky's report, anyway?
Okay, now it's kicky's turn...I even have a book thats tells us how to do it!
....later...
No freezer big enough to fit him in ...
In fact, its a wonder he found a freezer he could fit that cat of his in ...
Awww, now now...lets don't get ahead of ourselves..
Who needs a freezer? Just so happens that I have one at work that is the size of a Chevy Pick-up truck, walk in........large door. Stands at 10 degrees.......
HUMMM?
is a fridge any good? this cat don't seem to mind.
I learned a lot from this experiment, but not what I thought I'd learn.
After eight hours of Rocky being in there, I started to feel a little...funny. I had a knot in my stomach, and I was all shaky. I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were filled with tears. I missed my beautiful little Rocky! I screamed in horrror and ran into the other room. I ripped open the freezer, screaming, "Rocky, oh my little pooshnickens, my sweet poo-poo-doo-doo head! What have I done to you!"
He jumped out into my arms immediately. He wasn't even cold. It was then that I realized I had accidentally pulled the plug on the freezer during the scuffle with littlek last night.
Although I didn't learn much in the way of scientific knowledge, I did learn something through all this. I learned that I love my pussy. I love my pussy more than science.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a litter box to clean out.
kickycan wrote:It's driving me nuts!
Not a long trip for you, Kicky-boy
Yes Kicky, we know you love your pussy ...
kickycan wrote:I learned a lot from this experiment, but not what I thought I'd learn.
After eight hours of Rocky being in there, I started to feel a little...funny. I had a knot in my stomach, and I was all shaky. I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were filled with tears. I missed my beautiful little Rocky! I screamed in horrror and ran into the other room. I ripped open the freezer, screaming, "Rocky, oh my little pooshnickens, my sweet poo-poo-doo-doo head! What have I done to you!"
He jumped out into my arms immediately. He wasn't even cold. It was then that I realized I had accidentally pulled the plug on the freezer during the scuffle with littlek last night.
Although I didn't learn much in the way of scientific knowledge, I did learn something through all this. I learned that I love my pussy. I love my pussy more than science.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a litter box to clean out.
...later that night...while kicky was sound asleep...something happened to Rocky!
...the next day, kicky doesn't show up for work.
Expressions that are all too familiar to Rocky. Note that not one of them is 'friendly' or 'amused' or anything remotely positive. Life ....so tough!
Oh my god, my cat has a great life! You're all just jealous. If you were my cat, you'd be purring all the time!
I'm so glad it all worked out for you and your pussy, kicky.
Thank you, litttlek. If it wasn't for you and your meddling, that freezer would have been on all that time. I am eternally grateful, my feline-loving friend.
Well, you know me, I love my pussy too.
