Okay. Back to the lighter side for a moment. Dog people. Cat people. Share some of the “charming” sights you may have come home to over the years.
And enjoy this charming act of congressional bipartisanship, courtesy of The Onion. (I sent this to my vet this morning. She said she hoped it was a joke. But with Congress, you never can tell …)
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ADDED: This has absolutely nothing to do with dogs (unless there’s something they’re not telling us). But here’s some news of the weird for ya, since we’re in that mood. This one isn’t from The Onion, though.
Came home to discover my sister’s cat had eaten and regurgitated my pet ground squirrels.
Came home to discover my chipmunks had killed my pet baby quail.
Came home to meet a kingsnake I was keeping as it left the house by the door we were coming in.
Came home to discover my 2nd wife’s dog had stood up and eaten the casserole that was cooling on the counter.
Came home to discover that same dog had eaten our roommate’s Victoria’s Secret undies.
Many, many times came home to discover various animals had dumped the trash can and scattered the contents far and wide.
Came home to discover the littler of orphaned puppies I was raising had eaten a coyote fur hat that had somehow fallen off its nail on the wall.
Came home to discover that the cat had decided to kill and/or eat the spiney mice he had always been friendly with before.
(I could keep this up all day. LOL)
I’m not exactly a cat person, and this isn’t a photo of something I came across in real life, but it is a photo of a cat I thought was funny. Found it in an article titled, “How to Cure Stress Before it Kills You” Minor adult language, very minor:
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQX0b1ZTKPk02UW1T1qUcsAyyYGxasa8zrK1AYPvsDNakbgYr1S3A
I don’t have many “came home to” stories, because I’m almost always home. But, I have woken up a few times to find my kitty sharing my pillow, and it was not her face that was pressed against mine!
My cat Sir Louie has figured out how to get the fridge door open and help himself-I’ve come home to find several shredded packages of lunch meat(likes chicken best),and how to get the cabinet door open where I store his food,leaving a shredded bag and cat food all over. I bungee the doors closed now.
The Amish beard cuttings-Weird Al’s “Amish Paradise” comes to mind..
No sights (pics) of my cat, but a lot of insight about cats from him! (And I thought I knew a lot about cats, as well as dogs.)
I currently have a 7-mo-old male “teenager”, got him at 2-mo-old, and he was WILD. He had a feral father, and was fear-aggressive and in survivor mode due to some traumatizing experiences from construction sounds and construction workers during his first two months of life. I didn’t know all this when I got him, have learned it piecemeal since.
He is smart, fast, athletic, lean and long — looks like a mountain lion when he walks. Also has a temper, a Type-A personality, and loves to bite. He’s not always been fun, but it has been interesting! He’s coming around nicely now, *especially* after he was neutered last month. (Thank heavens!) But it’s taken a while to socialize and domesticate him. The water spray bottle has been on active duty.
He gets into closets and climbs/jumps to the top shelf, pulling things down. Gets onto tables, desks, got on kitchen counter at three-months and then onto the top of the fridge, tears into Venetian blinds at breakneck speed, likes to play with (and knock down) pictures from the wall, etc, etc, ad infinitum.
What can I say? He’s a doll otherwise and has some fantastically-endearng traits. He will always be feisty and independent — but can be sweet, cuddly, and compliant when *he* feels like it. I love him mightily. It took some real will power not to give up on him at first, but I just couldn’t do it.
Came home one time to find my Brittany/Springer Spaniel dragging a cupboard door around the house in his collar. He never did explain how exactly the condition came about. It was the last time I left collars on the dog inside the house though.
Only have one amusing pic uploaded, and too many funny stories, but I’ve sure had a lot of days that felt like the dog in the blinds lately.
http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad280/karenkoch1982/sandysam1.jpg
Karen, that photo is a hoot. But as to you feeling like that dog in the blinds, it seemed as if you were gone from the comment section for a while. I hope you’re well. (During what I perceive to be your absence, I blogged a mention of your wonderful apricot syrup.)
Matt, another. Boy, if he could have talked, I’ll bet he’d have had quite a story to tell.
Kent … You clearly run quite a savage household, there!
Always here, like dust under the bed. I did see the apricot reference and have been hoping for a followup report to hear how the yogurt turned out.
It has just been one of those years when it seems like all of our friends have imploded to some extent or other. The old socialist curmudgeon and I are doing fine, just tired of picking up pieces of others’ catastrophes. Unlike JW’s provocations, these aren’t cases affected by the PTB or the world at large, but mostly by past bad personal choices and actions. So you can’t even work up a good rage. You can’t say things like “Well damn girl, what did you expect?” All things are settling, the stress levels are getting back to normal, but there have been those days of just hanging in the blinds, caught between layers of shite with nothing to do but wait and hope or pick a fight somewhere else to pass the time.
Must not do that! Must not do that! Bad girl!
I have a ton of those stories really…I know I enjoy how every time I drive up I see our one eyed wonder leaning up on the windowsill having a happy little convulsion at the sight of a member of the family coming home. Never gets old. But Yeah over the years I or someone else has come home to all sorts of messes…dead moles left proudly on pillows are very common. One of the dogs went through a toilet paper phase at a younger age…every time he’d get left alone with access to a bathroom it would look like a drunken halloween party upon return.
My mom had a big pet cockatoo years ago, that awful bird tore up everything it could get near…remotes, upholstery, walls, human fingers and toes, everything…one notable incident was back when we first got the thing, my mom put its cage near the window before we left to go somewhere to “get it some sun”…the blinds, the brand new curtains and the latch on the window were completely destroyed…and we were only gone for like 20 minutes. You know I was never one of those psycho cat torturing boys, I have always loved animals…but I really, really hated that parrot. Up until the day we finally got rid of it I (and everyone else in the family) wanted nothing more than to take it outside and get some target practice. Worst pet ever!
here’s a few for you, Claire.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuA6ZjpEJys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGeKSiCQkPw