Here at suburban hermitage, that role is played by the Most Mysterious Skinamalink.
Buddy the Cat just flops. He hangs out in the gazebo, and meyowls for attention when I stop for a break, but Skinnies?
A few days ago I was out front. Ol’ Skinnies appeared out of nowhere, and wanted a pet and a scratch. Just then, a couple about our age walked by, and the woman saw The Skinamalink.
“OOOH, Panther, there you are!” She turned to me, “Is this your kitty?” he shows up at our screen door…”
I looked at ol’ Skinnies, “You are sooo busted dude!”
We all laughed. The two-timin’ cat was noticeably embarrassed.
JWM
gwbnycJune 13, 2021, 11:38 AM
if cats could talk, and they can, they’d never let you in on this.
Kevin in PaJune 13, 2021, 11:52 AM
Does this cat know Hunter?
PA CatJune 13, 2021, 2:45 PM
I bet Olive the Editor Cat would delete large portions of his fur if he ever came a-courting.
Casey KlahnJune 13, 2021, 4:17 PM
My cats (I think we have 5 right now) are an open book. They leave body parts strewn around the porch or the hallways if they can bring in their prey. Yesterday, it was a weasel, in perfect rigor, outside the bedroom window.
I tell my wife that she forever loses the opportunity to fully bond with her cats when she refuses to just haul off and bite into these love-gifts. So far, she has rebuffed that suggestion every time. Damn price of food will be so high soon, we may hafta start eating those critters. I was eyeing that fawn in the toddler and fawn video the other day. Around here, we call deer: “food”.
DanJune 13, 2021, 6:12 PM
Here in the AZ desert, the cat would need to contend with coyotes, owls and other hawks.
Needless to say, there aren’t a lot of cats out and about.
H (science denier)June 14, 2021, 5:22 AM
We once had a cat, or more precisely, it had us, who did all that shit, or near enough, without leaving the house.
Annie RoseJune 14, 2021, 5:45 AM
That video could be from the cat across the street. The Russian grandmother is always scolding Czaravitch Miko. That’s his name. He is a pompous peach cream colored Persian cat and he owns the hood. He tries to terrorize our cat through the windows. He uses the neighbor’s garden as a sandbox and climbs their wooden fence to take a leak. He is one angry, Russian mob kitty. I’ve discovered his one fear. The sound of the sprayer on my Windex bottle.
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Now THAT was funny.
OK. I’m going out with my cat tonight.
Damn cat has more fun than I do.
Here at suburban hermitage, that role is played by the Most Mysterious Skinamalink.
Buddy the Cat just flops. He hangs out in the gazebo, and meyowls for attention when I stop for a break, but Skinnies?
A few days ago I was out front. Ol’ Skinnies appeared out of nowhere, and wanted a pet and a scratch. Just then, a couple about our age walked by, and the woman saw The Skinamalink.
“OOOH, Panther, there you are!” She turned to me, “Is this your kitty?” he shows up at our screen door…”
I looked at ol’ Skinnies, “You are sooo busted dude!”
We all laughed. The two-timin’ cat was noticeably embarrassed.
JWM
if cats could talk, and they can, they’d never let you in on this.
Does this cat know Hunter?
I bet Olive the Editor Cat would delete large portions of his fur if he ever came a-courting.
My cats (I think we have 5 right now) are an open book. They leave body parts strewn around the porch or the hallways if they can bring in their prey. Yesterday, it was a weasel, in perfect rigor, outside the bedroom window.
I tell my wife that she forever loses the opportunity to fully bond with her cats when she refuses to just haul off and bite into these love-gifts. So far, she has rebuffed that suggestion every time. Damn price of food will be so high soon, we may hafta start eating those critters. I was eyeing that fawn in the toddler and fawn video the other day. Around here, we call deer: “food”.
Here in the AZ desert, the cat would need to contend with coyotes, owls and other hawks.
Needless to say, there aren’t a lot of cats out and about.
We once had a cat, or more precisely, it had us, who did all that shit, or near enough, without leaving the house.
That video could be from the cat across the street. The Russian grandmother is always scolding Czaravitch Miko. That’s his name. He is a pompous peach cream colored Persian cat and he owns the hood. He tries to terrorize our cat through the windows. He uses the neighbor’s garden as a sandbox and climbs their wooden fence to take a leak. He is one angry, Russian mob kitty. I’ve discovered his one fear. The sound of the sprayer on my Windex bottle.