Time for some pictures that don’t have to do with cats.
First off, Dave in Texas came to Orlando (which made him “Dave in Florida Who Really Is a Resident of Texas”). SarahK and I said, “Why don’t you drive over to Melbourne so you can buy us dinner.
So he did.
It’s not often someone gets to meet a superstar like me.
Now for more non-cat pictures…
Ha! Fooled you! All the rest of the pictures have cats in them!
Sydney starts to wonder about the safety of her old fort and considers finding a new one to protect her from getting thrown in the bog.
This discarded Swiffer Jet box seems like the perfect place to hide. “No bog for me!”
“Still, I must always be vigilant to stay away from that mean man who wants to throw me in the bog.”
But her new fort is compromised! Minerva (a.k.a. Calico Fats) has found Sydney and prepares to destroy her!
Sydney tries hiding in the pantry, and thus I try to tempt her out so I can throw her in the bog. “Come out and drink this tranquili… milk.”
Sydney escapes to a new refuge in a trash bag. What she doesn’t know is that bag is going to be thrown in the bog since it’s full of papers I don’t want the IRS seeing.
Calico Fats finds her, though!
Being a helpful cat, Calico Fats uses her massive weight to help crush the trash.
“Freedom!”
“Not so fast!” Calico Fats says, “Now you die!”
“Why Can’t we just work together?” Sydney pleads.
Together, they decided, they can do lots of evil. They celebrate this arrangement by eating SarahK’s soup.
Calico Fats gets to work formulating a plan.
Sydney work late into the night figuring out what they should do.
Finally, all the calculations are done, and the plan is set.
Phase 1: Attack SarahK’s dresses while she is ironing.
Phase 3: PROFIT!
When SarahK sees what Sydney has done, she beats the kitten so hard she needs stitches. Sydney has to wear a collar to keep herself from chewing on the stitches since she’s so dumb. Now, she’s so pathetic looking that throwing her in the bog would be an act of mercy.
Her mournful eyes seems to ask, “Why do you make me wear this horrid thing?”
I answer, “Because you’re dumb and I hate you and I want to throw you in a bog.”
Enough of that. I need a dog so I can do “Dog Chasing Cats” blogging.
That was pretty darn tricky. Here I was thinking I was about to look at non-cat pictures, when the pictures really did have pictures of cats. Good one, Frank.
Correction. The pictures didn’t have pictures of cats. That would have been silly.
Enough of that. I need a dog so I can do “Dog Chasing Cats” blogging.
Our youngest cat thinks that the do is her personal plaything, not that the dog minds. They wrestle around the house until the cat gets tired and runs off.
The cat’s main tactic is to lull the dog into a false sense of security by licking the dog’s ears in a bathing fashion. Once the dog is distracted, the cat chomps down on the dog’s ear and away they go.
She also likes laying on the coffee table and smacking the dog lying underneath, but that usually doesn’t get tht dog too riled up.
You do need a dog. Cats don’t cut it.
You sound like the boy who’s been given barbies to play with by some feminist and ends up de-heading them and having the heads shoot lasers at each other making “pshew, pshew” sounds
I hate you Frank.
Was I the only one who saw the title “Not Cat Blogging” and figured that there were sure to be pictures of cats here anyway?
That’s one cute little kitten you’ve got there, Frank. 🙂
“Throw her into the bog!”
Sounds like Citizen Grim also needs to be thrown into a bog.
You definately need a dog! A pit bull is my preference! Best dogs around! They wont eat your cats promise. Well only if you want them too!
Dogs Rule and Cats Drool…at least that’s what my hubby thinks.
Get a Husky…but only a puppy one…a grown up already has a taste for cats.
Mine think the cats taste like chicken…although when doggies are sleepy our grey cat Mischief gives them tongue baths.
It’s a love – hate thing.
And yes, your cat is adorable!
Pictures of cats remind me of why they suck and why dogs are such better pets. I think that the barbie doll observation posted above by someone whose name I’m too lazy to go back up and check is right on.
albo is right. You need a dog. Not some poofy excuse for a canine, but a real Chomps-like beast. I’m partial to the northern varieties like Huskies, Malamutes, Kuvasz, etc. Lots ‘o personality and endless entertainment.
Why isn’t “cat blogging” written by cats?
Phase 3- Profit!
Yup, once again, the underwear gnomes show us the way.
Seriously, get a terrier. My parents have a rat terrier that can detect an evil squirrel while inside the house. If there’s a monkey ninja terrier, though, get that.
I like how the “papers I don’t want the IRS seeing” are… triscuits.
Smith,
Actually, reduced fat Wheat Thins.
Hey Frank. Serious comment here from a fellow cat guy (stuck with five of the useless furballs). Be careful with that Swiffer Wet Jet. The cleaning formula designed for them is poisonous to animals and has the same effect as anti-freeze, shuts down the ole kidneys. Methinks SarahK will make you drink a bottle of the stuff if the off the cats by trying to mop. Just look’n out fer ya.
Um, Tom, actually not – Snopes – Swiffer WetJet.
And FrankJ – I don’t think she’s got a pitiful look in her eye in that pic with the collar. I think she’s got a very calculating look on her face: “I know exactly what I’m going to do to get back at these meanies!”
1) A Husky? In FLORIDA? twitch
2) Tom, Swiffer isn’t all that dangerous (it doesn’t have ethylene glycol, but a propylene glycol derivative): http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/swiffer.asp
Only one thing to say…
Clean up that dump!
Well, phase one is steal underwear, not attack Sarah’s dress :P. Phase two, ???????. Phase three, PROFIT!!!
Sorry for stepping on your heels, Romeocat. I was in the middle of typing that reply and real work broke out!
why all the hub-bub about the missing “phase 2”? who said anything about cats having the ability to count?
Tom,
You are the victem of another urban legend. Swiffer does not kill pets, and does not shut down the ol’ kidneys.
Research pays. BTW – 2 Dogs, a cat, a swiffer, everybody is happy hear, and we have a clean floor.
Check out the link at snopes.com:
Swiffer Pets
Don’t believe every piece of garbage you get in your email.
Why do you need a dog?
You are blessed with cats, a t-shirt babe, and firearms. Life doesn’t get much better than that, unless you add the occasional fine cigar.
“Because you’re dumb and I hate you and I want to throw you in a bog.”
I’m laughing on the inside. Good stuff. 🙂
Fine. I don’t cough up the 10 bucks you demanded so you put our picture in a cat post. I don’t see how this is going to make me famous or get me any of that sweet blog money you kept going on about.
Dinner was great. I had the veal.
Cause they were out of cat.
The Rott can’t possibly like Frank’s site being taken over by cats. “The Anti-Idiotarian Calico” doesn’t quite strike the same fear into the heart of idiotarians.
Just where are his hands?
That’s not funny. I don’t have any hands.