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Smokey: Dad, will you buy me a mouse?
Dad: No.
Smokey; Dad, will you buy me a bird?
Dad: No.
Smokey: Dad, can I go outside and get my own mouse and bird?
Dad: No, you'll climb a tree like last time and I'll have to go rent a ladder to get you down.
Smokey: I could have come down annnnnyyyytime I wanted to.
Dad: Yeah. Right.

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Smokey: Well, can we play with the little remote control car then?
Dad: After the race....
Smokey: How much longer will that be?
Dad: About an hour.
Smokey: Awwww Dad, that's like 7 hours in cat time!
Dad: Well maybe not that long.
Smokey: How long then?
Dad: 41 laps.
Smokey: What track?
Dad: Infinenon.
Smokey: Crap...an hour at least.

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Smokey: How about the laser then, I really like chasing the laser.
Dad: I have no idea where I put it.
Smokey: It's under the couch with the ping pong ball, catnip mouse and $1.33 in change.
Dad: $1.33 in change?
Smokey: Yeah. well maybe, one of the quarters looks like a 25 peso coin though.
Dad: I can't get it with a cat sitting on my chest.
Smokey: Oh, yeah huh.

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Smokey: Dad you know I love you, right?
Dad: Yeah, so I hear.
Smokey: How about we play with the slot cars later?
Dad: Sure, after the race.
Smokey: Fine, I'll just take a nap right here then.
Dad: Muffremufff.
Smokey: What?
Dad: Get off my face cat.
Smokey: Oh. OK.

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Smokey: You know, when you have a human like my dad, you have to pay them a little attention once in a while or they get bored. Now I'm off the shred the boxes in the spare bedroom.

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ROflmao...thanks for that Pete, that was priceless...


Dave

It helps if you read the cats line with a Russian accent like Boris from the Bullwinkle cartoon, that's how the cat talks when he's channeling through Peter. I remember when he got that cat is was small enough to sit in his hand, wasn't even weined yet. Now he's 12 lbs of absolutely insane, in your face cat-thug. At the time I thought paying $600 for a cat was insane, now I wish I'd have bought his brother. Only cat I know that fetches like a dog.

It's just a matter of time before cats take over the world.

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Now that will put a chuckle in your belt..LMAO
Thanks for the laugh.. Ya know you need one ,:freak: after buying gas..

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Nuthin wrong with cats running the world....

....at least thats what Gus has brainwashed me into thinking. Looks like you have completed your human training successfully Pete, you make a fine piece of furniture.

As was my mother and father before me, I am but a door man and operator of the can opener (pantry apprentice).

They really dont need us....they just let us live with them. :thumbsup:

Funny stuff Pete.:hat:

I am a lover of cats.This is my baby.Full grown and all of about 3.5 pounds:

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She is an Abyssinian.Her name is The Oracle,or Aura for short.Mind blowingingly smart.She even rides in the car with me like a dog.

I also have a tuxedo cat,who weighs in at about 21 pounds,who is almost as smart.When I am down here in the basement and he is upstairs chasing one of his toys or chasing a moth,it sounds like the Lone Ranger is riding Silver through the house.

That cat of yours is gorgeous.What breed is it????

Mike

Mike, Smokey is a papered Russian Gray, also called a Russian Steel. He has a proper show name but I've only used it a couple of times. If you go on YouTibe and see some of the Grays on there you can see they are a very strange breed.

Gus was abandoned by his original family, our hillbilly neighbors, who just keep getting kittens and foresaking them once grown. Robin tricked me into adopting him. Once a skeletal flea bitten scabby piece of road kill, Augustomo was named for the month we met when he climbed all the way up to the top of a 24 ft ladder I was house painting on just to get a petting.

Now about 14 pounds he is a superb specimen and snatches lowflying birds and small aircraft right out of the sky. For what he lacks in stealth he makes up for in athletcism and brute strength. Pic one shows him in time clock mode,
asking the question, "do you know that it is 3:00am dumbass? dont you think it's time to put the little cars away and go to bed?" He will persistently flop on my cutting mat or if I wipe him off the bench he bites my toes until I give in and go to bed where he flops on my left arm and falls asleep purposely cutting off all circulation as my punishment for being tardy.

The second pic below is generally the last thing a careless bird, unwitting rodent or Aurora vibrator ever sees. Strangley he leaves other slots alone.

Here's our two chuckleheads.

Talk about conversations....Tigger, who is on your left, will talk yer ears off. However, his vocabulary is usually limited to repeating "Feed me" over and over again. The photo is somewhat slenderizing.

The guy on the right is Cosmo. Don't let his mild mannered looks fool you. My wife, who has owned cats all of her life, is convinced that this boy is downright nuts. But not in a Manson-like "keep him away from the knives" kind of way. Let's put it this way.....If there were ever a cat whose personality resembled Seinfeld's Kramer, it is this one. Thus, the origin of his name.

A little less than a year ago I lost my orange cat. I have to say that of all the cats I have owned someone orange cats are the most unique in personality.

Lowk (large orange and white cat) was born in April 1998 in my computer chair. His dad was a Maine Coon, his mom was a calico, neither were not very large by any standard. Lowk was one of three of that litter and the only one we didn't give away from some reason. In about a year it became evident that Lowk was not going to be an ordinary cat.

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This picture was taken at age 6 when he was 41" stretched out. He weighed just a few ounces shy of 20 lbs, and was almost solid muscle. The cat would chase a laser pointer beam almost 6' straight up a wall. I have seen him catch a harassing blue jay in flight as it tried to fly past him not less than 4'. His yard reputation was such that we had no problems with any animals of any kind coming around.

My wife and I have a standard American Cocker, this dog stands about a foot tall at the shoulder. Lowk stood just slightly below that. Having grown up together the dog and Lowk would play together, something that the other cats wouldn't do. It was natural that when the dog lost his hearing and started to lose his eyesight that Lowk would "herd" him around the house to his food, his water and towards the back door when it was time for his walk. Lowk would also find the dog in the yard and lead him back to the house. When Lowk got sick the dog would lay next to him to keep him warm. The day we put Lowk down the dog knew he was going out for his last ride. It was the first time the now completely deaf dog barked in 2 1/2 years. We still think he was telling him goodbye.

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Lowk died of kidney failure last August at age 9. He ballooned up to a whopping 26 lbs before we had him put down, most of it water in his body he just couldn't process. We later found out that he was a victim of the tainted pet food that killed hundreds of animals across the country. No amount of money could have replaced him so we took no action other than to recover the cost of his vet bills and cremation. He now sits on my nightstand next to my doxie-cocker mix I owned for 18 years. Someday the Cocker will join him there.

Sorry to hear about the cat food Pete, that just plain stinks , period . glad they took care of the vet bills and such that was the least they could do but it still stinks .
Sorry

I wish my cats had something worth leaving them outta the basement for. Kimmy it a big fat a$$ that craps everwhere but the litter box, little cat (thats the others name "little") is a wee bit smarter but when left alone sleeps on the countertops, eats every house plant we own and generally barrell assses all around the house knocking things over and being noisy as heck. Although I find time to continually piss off the wife and let them up every night.

Sethndaddy cats will eat the house plants as a given but in some cases they do it because of missing something in there diet ! Seriously you might want to check it out. Can't help you with the one who craps everywhere he wants, although I know what I would do !