I swear my cats blame me for when it gets cold & snowy outside. The first snowfall of this winter when I let my cat out onto the porch, he stopped midstride and looked back at me all disappointed, as if to say, "Why did you cover up all the interesting leaves and animals with this white stuff?"
I would prefer that look than to watch my cat walk away from my sight into a snow drift so I worry about him for an hour until he casually strolls back in with wet feet meowing for a hot towel. I draw the line at warming his brush in the microvave.
When I come in from shoveling my driveway my cat looks at me and I swear she's trying to say:: "Why you stop? You was doin' well. Come on! Dere's still more snow coverin' the world! Get busy! I wanna go owwwwwt!"
I think that kind of behavior is quintessential cat. They probably have to sign an agreement when they're born that they will want to go out, then in, then out, then in...ad infinitum.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
8 comments:
Funny enough, this is how Floridians act in snow.
I would pay good money to watch that. Or just turn into the Vancouver stations - they also freak out.
I swear my cats blame me for when it gets cold & snowy outside. The first snowfall of this winter when I let my cat out onto the porch, he stopped midstride and looked back at me all disappointed, as if to say, "Why did you cover up all the interesting leaves and animals with this white stuff?"
I would prefer that look than to watch my cat walk away from my sight into a snow drift so I worry about him for an hour until he casually strolls back in with wet feet meowing for a hot towel. I draw the line at warming his brush in the microvave.
I think that puss just needs some boots.
When I come in from shoveling my driveway my cat looks at me and I swear she's trying to say:: "Why you stop? You was doin' well. Come on! Dere's still more snow coverin' the world! Get busy! I wanna go owwwwwt!"
Too funny. The cat's don't understand seasons. My cat runs hot and cold about going out. Drives me crazy.
I think that kind of behavior is quintessential cat. They probably have to sign an agreement when they're born that they will want to go out, then in, then out, then in...ad infinitum.
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