Cats and doggone...

[H]

It may be well if Foz doesn't take an excursion to Aoshima Island...
Scientific American stated that a cat’s brain stores 1k times more data than an iPad and is 1 million times quicker to act on it.
You need to be quick on Aoshima Island, Japan -- there are six cats per person.

My caption doesn't mean that the dog is gone but refers to what is gone because of the dog:
In 2003, the incidents of collapsing lamp posts in Croatia was blamed on corrosion by dogs' metal-eroding urine.

[Fozzer]

It may be well if Foz doesn't take an excursion to Aoshima Island...
Scientific American stated that a cat’s brain stores 1k times more data than an iPad and is 1 million times quicker to act on it.
You need to be quick on Aoshima Island, Japan -- there are six cats per person.

My caption doesn't mean that the dog is gone but refers to what is gone because of the dog:
In 2003, the incidents of collapsing lamp posts in Croatia was blamed on corrosion by dogs' metal-eroding urine.

8-)

The intelligent deviousness of a Cat is demonstrated by the fact that they always crap on my garden lawn and never on their owner's lawn.

Dogs just bark....a lot.

Paul.... ....Catastrophic Dog barking keeps me awake at night .... ....!

[FlexibleFlier]

Dogs have masters...cats have staff.

[FlexibleFlier]

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
8:00am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm Blue Dog Bakery treats! My favorite thing!
7:00pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity…
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on
fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash‐or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
something to keep up my: strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I bad hoped that
this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter” I
am. The imbeciles.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary
confinement. However, I could bear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of “allergies”. I must learn what this means and how to
use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by
weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow – but at the top
of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives
special privileges. He is regularly released and seems more than willing to return.
He is obviously not all there.

[Shadowcaster]

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
8:00am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm Blue Dog Bakery treats! My favorite thing!
7:00pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity…
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on
fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash‐or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
something to keep up my: strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I bad hoped that
this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter” I
am. The imbeciles.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary
confinement. However, I could bear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of “allergies”. I must learn what this means and how to
use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by
weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow – but at the top
of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives
special privileges. He is regularly released and seems more than willing to return.
He is obviously not all there.

We have two cats and a dog and can relate to that.
Cheered me up no end, thanks for posting.

Cheers
Rich

[FlexibleFlier]

We have two cats and a dog and can relate to that.
Cheered me up no end, thanks for posting.
Cheers
Rich

I'm glad I could brighten your day. We have two dogs...still undecided about a cat although a Rag-doll is under consideration.
Keep smiling.
Michael

[H]

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary...

The problem I have with that are some of the specifics by which our cats (about a dozen for a short while) couldn't claim to be prisoners; your statement, "cats have staff," would be closer. Our cats weren't restricted to the house and could come and go with no restrictions on roaming range (well, they did have some physical restrictions -- they didn't read or write and had no passports); if no human was around to let them in the house, we had a dog who proved capable of opening a door; the cats didn't have enough strength to open the door themselves but they showed him how to do it for them. However, although the dog wasn't allowed in the house without permission, he would enter if he were the one who opened the door for the cats, evidently with the belief that he had 'their' permission.

There was an ad when I opened this post:
Shih Tzu Puppies For Sale
Is Shih Tzu a Chinese rendering of something to do with our old Anglo-Saxon word for organic waste?

[Fozzer]

Shih Tzu Puppies For Sale
Is Shih Tzu a Chinese rendering of something to do with our old Anglo-Saxon word for organic waste?

8-)

Yep....

...its the slimy stuff that my neighbour's Cats spread all over my garden lawn... ...!

Paul..... ...!

[BE58D]

Hey Fozzer!!!!!!!

[Fozzer]

Hey Fozzer!!!!!!!

Hello, BE!

My old Chum from way back in 2002!....>>>>



Are you still located in Napa County Airport, KAPC, California? .... ...!

Good to see you popping in now and again!

Paul .... ...!

[BE58D]

Hey Fozzer!!!!!!!

Hello, BE!

My old Chum from way back in 2002!....>>>>



Are you still located in Napa County Airport, KAPC, California? .... ...!

Good to see you popping in now and again!

Paul .... ...!

Dear Lord, you still have that picture?! lol, yeah... still in Napa, still happily married.

[pilotwin7]

Dogs have masters...cats have staff.

[pilotwin7]