Nick Furry! lol I had a Black cat with one eye when I was younger. His name was PUNK. He was a tough outdoor cat. He never wanted to come inside. He loved rolling around on my feet and for me to hold him like a baby and rub his tummy. But he would not come inside. The poor fella met his fate when my rotten neighbor kicked him and broke his forepaw. We attempted to save him but he moved around so much...it got gangrenous and we had to have the vet amputate. Too late for us and poor Punk...he died a week or so later the Gangrene already did it's work. But that cat...is among my favorites in my lifetime. He was one of the best.
We had a neighbor who killed our cat. His kid used to go into my garage and after that I shut the door on him and rode away on my bike. Then my Dad kicked the shit out of the neighbor when he came over to complain. Dad loved that cat.
I used to call my neighbor "Baseball Bat man" he was a real louse always complaining when we played wiffle ball in the street or catch or hockey...always chasing us away with his crappy wooden little league bat. I caught him shooting pellets at one of our cats and I promptly put a rock trough his Bay window. He came out to yell and scream and tell my Dad...but I told him he was shooting out cat and had to do something... my Dad completely understood. "He said we already had someone poison and kill one of dogs and we lost a cat already because of you...so pay for your own window." I vowed to kick his ass when I got older... but he died. Saved me the trouble ...he was a nasty miserable man.
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.
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Nick Furry! lol
I had a Black cat with one eye when I was younger. His name was PUNK. He was a tough outdoor cat. He never wanted to come inside. He loved rolling around on my feet and for me to hold him like a baby and rub his tummy. But he would not come inside.
The poor fella met his fate when my rotten neighbor kicked him and broke his forepaw. We attempted to save him but he moved around so much...it got gangrenous and we had to have the vet amputate.
Too late for us and poor Punk...he died a week or so later the Gangrene already did it's work.
But that cat...is among my favorites in my lifetime. He was one of the best.
oh...my rotten neighbor had a heart attack and died 15 years ago.
Karma in action. If my rotten neighbor had done that to my cat, there would have been some instant karma happening.
We had a neighbor who killed our cat. His kid used to go into my garage and after that I shut the door on him and rode away on my bike. Then my Dad kicked the shit out of the neighbor when he came over to complain. Dad loved that cat.
I used to call my neighbor "Baseball Bat man" he was a real louse always complaining when we played wiffle ball in the street or catch or hockey...always chasing us away with his crappy wooden little league bat. I caught him shooting pellets at one of our cats and I promptly put a rock trough his Bay window.
He came out to yell and scream and tell my Dad...but I told him he was shooting out cat and had to do something... my Dad completely understood. "He said we already had someone poison and kill one of dogs and we lost a cat already because of you...so pay for your own window."
I vowed to kick his ass when I got older... but he died.
Saved me the trouble ...he was a nasty miserable man.
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