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They are smart motherfuckers. If only they would use their smarts for good rather than evil.
yea but there's so much good shit in the fridge. how could anyone (man or beast) resist?
One of our old cats used to turn the TV on while we were at work.
We used to leave the remote control sitting on the coffee table facing the TV. There were several times that we'd come home and the TV was on. It happened enough that we figured that it wasn't just from the jerk stepping on the remote and being lucky enough to hit the power button. We started to leave the remote facing away from the TV, and it stopped happening. The cat's been gone for about 8 years, and we're still in the habit of pointing the remote away from the TV when we turn it off.
I kept checking the cable bill for cat porn charges to see if I could catch him.
We used to leave the remote control sitting on the coffee table facing the TV. There were several times that we'd come home and the TV was on. It happened enough that we figured that it wasn't just from the jerk stepping on the remote and being lucky enough to hit the power button. We started to leave the remote facing away from the TV, and it stopped happening. The cat's been gone for about 8 years, and we're still in the habit of pointing the remote away from the TV when we turn it off.
I kept checking the cable bill for cat porn charges to see if I could catch him.
One of our cats will hit the copy button on the printer overnight because he likes how it moves. He stops when it runs out of paper. We have to leave it empty of paper.
I used to have a long-haired cat whose fur would develop a lot of static electricity when he was outside on windy days. If the television was on and he jumped on the couch and got near the remote control, the channel would change. I am not a scientist, nor do I play one on TV, so I can't explain how this happened – but it happened quite often.
I know I ramble on about Athena all the time and here I go again...
I had to have a chat w/the roomie tonight and he's a smoker. So while we we out talking I had a smoke too. I vape all the time but this was my first cigarette in years. Anyway, I get back to my place and Athena gets all excited about the new smells. I mean, I've been outside before, when I get back she smells stuff but then quickly loses interest. This was different. She climbed all over me and she never does that.
So the only logical conclusion here is that my cat is a smoker. I may need to get her Meow Mix Nicorette.
I had to have a chat w/the roomie tonight and he's a smoker. So while we we out talking I had a smoke too. I vape all the time but this was my first cigarette in years. Anyway, I get back to my place and Athena gets all excited about the new smells. I mean, I've been outside before, when I get back she smells stuff but then quickly loses interest. This was different. She climbed all over me and she never does that.
So the only logical conclusion here is that my cat is a smoker. I may need to get her Meow Mix Nicorette.
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It's funny how pets establish these routines, and it becomes a regular habit. We have a bed for our dog Penny in the living room, as well as in our bedroom. But she doesn't use the bed in the living room. When we moved into our house, we got rid of an old Ethan Allen leather living room set, but we had to keep the chair, because it's Penny's perch.
She alternates between laying on top of the chair
and laying in the chair
But at the end of the evening, we have her go out before bedtime. And every night, when we let her back in, that's when she goes to her dog bed in the living room and sits in it.
We call it her pre-bed bed, because the only time she uses it is right before we go to bed.
She alternates between laying on top of the chair
and laying in the chair
But at the end of the evening, we have her go out before bedtime. And every night, when we let her back in, that's when she goes to her dog bed in the living room and sits in it.
We call it her pre-bed bed, because the only time she uses it is right before we go to bed.
She's like you. You sit in your chair during the day, and your bed at night.
She loves that old leather, but we also don't have a replacement chair anyway. However, the Mrs. is looking to replace the whole living room set, so that chair's days may be numbered.It's sweet that you guys kept that chair just for Penny.
The domestication of animals is a really cool part of human history.
So I have little Athena, or Penny or whatever that like 2000 years ago would have been wild beasts. Weren't the Egyptians
the first to bring animals home?
Who was the first guy to bring an animal home? That must have been rough. I mean Athena is enough to deal with, imagine if she was truly wild.
So I have little Athena, or Penny or whatever that like 2000 years ago would have been wild beasts. Weren't the Egyptians
the first to bring animals home?
Who was the first guy to bring an animal home? That must have been rough. I mean Athena is enough to deal with, imagine if she was truly wild.
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Somewhere else, I mentioned that Penny had surgery for a cancerous cyst. Well they gave her a fairly clean bill of health; no stage 3 cancer evident. So she's healed and back to her self.
Before this whole cancer thing started, we had decided that, since she's almost 9, this would be a good time to get another dog. We always try to get a new dog while the current one is still around, so the behavior can be passed along. We began by looking at rescues, but got nervous about potential aggression issues. Mrs. Scotch's business is pet care, and she can't afford to have a dog that's aggressive towards other dogs or people. Penny is the best, but we just got lucky with her.
So we went the breeder route. The Mrs. wanted an Australian mini labradoodle, which is a mixed breed, but has been carefully controlled for many years now, so it's like a designer pedigree. They have a good temperament, and they don't get too big. Anyway, we got onto a list for the next litter from a local breeder.
But the other day, we got a call that one of the dogs from the current litter has become available. The person who reserved it wanted a male, so we got to take the female. So now we have a puppy; her name is Talia.
Raising a puppy is a pain in the ass, but she's a good dog. She has no preconceived animosity towards other dogs, or cats, or people. Penny is learning to tolerate her.
Before this whole cancer thing started, we had decided that, since she's almost 9, this would be a good time to get another dog. We always try to get a new dog while the current one is still around, so the behavior can be passed along. We began by looking at rescues, but got nervous about potential aggression issues. Mrs. Scotch's business is pet care, and she can't afford to have a dog that's aggressive towards other dogs or people. Penny is the best, but we just got lucky with her.
So we went the breeder route. The Mrs. wanted an Australian mini labradoodle, which is a mixed breed, but has been carefully controlled for many years now, so it's like a designer pedigree. They have a good temperament, and they don't get too big. Anyway, we got onto a list for the next litter from a local breeder.
But the other day, we got a call that one of the dogs from the current litter has become available. The person who reserved it wanted a male, so we got to take the female. So now we have a puppy; her name is Talia.
Raising a puppy is a pain in the ass, but she's a good dog. She has no preconceived animosity towards other dogs, or cats, or people. Penny is learning to tolerate her.
I never knew how much I needed a dog, until I got one.