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Selfie
taken by my cat.
Ok, who has this problem in their country?
I guess we should call him a bully goat instead of a billy goat...
Goat terrorism...do they have WMD's (weapons of mass destruction)??
Wise guy cat
One of my cats is smart. He can't speak English (very well) but sometimes I think he is trying because I hear certain sounds and what he meant and what I interpreted it as sometimes agree.
Often however he pantomimes. If he wants out he will poke me, then run to the door. Okay, they all do that, but this boy thinks too.
We played string toy once. You know the game, you twitch the string and he pounces on it. One day he played it long enough to understand the game and has had no interest in it since. In the midst of play, he suddenly stopped, sat back and looked at the string, then looked at me. You could almost see gears turning in his head. Suddenly he ignored the string and sprang at my shoulder instead. Purring loudly he hung on to my upper arm then nipped my shoulder with his fangs, looked up at me and said with a happy expression, Mroew (translation: game over, I win, drop the string).
This guy however, is also capable of expressing dislike too without growling or hissing.
Years ago, the first time he saw me eating a banana, he came running over and demanded some of what I was eating. So, I broke off a small piece and put it on the floor for him. He sniffed it, shook the scent out of his nostrils, then backed up a bit and sat down looking at me as if to say, how can you eat that sh*t, ew! So I asked him what was wrong, don't you like banana? <Laughing inside of course>
What happened next stunned me. He got up, walked over to the banana, then scratched an imaginary hole into the floor a few inches away from it, then looked at me and very deliberately pawed the banana into the imaginary hole then pantomimed covering it up with the dirt, and with a disgusted look confirming his impression of it being fecal material and stalked away. Since then whenever he sees me with a banana he gets an Eww, yuck! expression and leaves the room.
Today, he found a new way of letting it be knowns some of my food is garbage. I had yesterday purchased a new to me product, of frozen crab and cheese balls designed (supposedly) for microwave cooking. So I just made some, put it on a plate and scooted for my office to enjoy it. From someplace outside he had heard the unmistakable clarion call of the microwave bell and came running back into the house and tracked me down to demand his share of the loot.
Meanwhile I had already eaten one of the crab balls and was thinking, this is the last time I will ever buy these, yuck. Suddenly there is the cat demanding to sample whatever it is. Not really wanting any more of it, I sat the plate down in front of him. He walks over and sniffs it with initial great interest, but I can see when his expression suddenly changes. Again he looks up at me with the now familiar 'are you crazy eating this trash?' look and backs away from the plate. I tell him, hey it is crab, you like crab, go ahead, try some. He looks at me a second, then walks over to the plate, and very deliberately 3 times pantomimes puking vomit or a hairball over the food, then gives me a hurt look and leaves my office.
Now I have cooked crab & cheese balls and no one here has any interest in eating them.
Often however he pantomimes. If he wants out he will poke me, then run to the door. Okay, they all do that, but this boy thinks too.
We played string toy once. You know the game, you twitch the string and he pounces on it. One day he played it long enough to understand the game and has had no interest in it since. In the midst of play, he suddenly stopped, sat back and looked at the string, then looked at me. You could almost see gears turning in his head. Suddenly he ignored the string and sprang at my shoulder instead. Purring loudly he hung on to my upper arm then nipped my shoulder with his fangs, looked up at me and said with a happy expression, Mroew (translation: game over, I win, drop the string).
This guy however, is also capable of expressing dislike too without growling or hissing.
Years ago, the first time he saw me eating a banana, he came running over and demanded some of what I was eating. So, I broke off a small piece and put it on the floor for him. He sniffed it, shook the scent out of his nostrils, then backed up a bit and sat down looking at me as if to say, how can you eat that sh*t, ew! So I asked him what was wrong, don't you like banana? <Laughing inside of course>
What happened next stunned me. He got up, walked over to the banana, then scratched an imaginary hole into the floor a few inches away from it, then looked at me and very deliberately pawed the banana into the imaginary hole then pantomimed covering it up with the dirt, and with a disgusted look confirming his impression of it being fecal material and stalked away. Since then whenever he sees me with a banana he gets an Eww, yuck! expression and leaves the room.
Today, he found a new way of letting it be knowns some of my food is garbage. I had yesterday purchased a new to me product, of frozen crab and cheese balls designed (supposedly) for microwave cooking. So I just made some, put it on a plate and scooted for my office to enjoy it. From someplace outside he had heard the unmistakable clarion call of the microwave bell and came running back into the house and tracked me down to demand his share of the loot.
Meanwhile I had already eaten one of the crab balls and was thinking, this is the last time I will ever buy these, yuck. Suddenly there is the cat demanding to sample whatever it is. Not really wanting any more of it, I sat the plate down in front of him. He walks over and sniffs it with initial great interest, but I can see when his expression suddenly changes. Again he looks up at me with the now familiar 'are you crazy eating this trash?' look and backs away from the plate. I tell him, hey it is crab, you like crab, go ahead, try some. He looks at me a second, then walks over to the plate, and very deliberately 3 times pantomimes puking vomit or a hairball over the food, then gives me a hurt look and leaves my office.
Now I have cooked crab & cheese balls and no one here has any interest in eating them.
They say
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,
Have you ever flattered a person by copying their style.
And is it possible here on CS.
How would you go about emulating somebody to show your love for them on the internet.
Just some food for thought.
Have you ever flattered a person by copying their style.
And is it possible here on CS.
How would you go about emulating somebody to show your love for them on the internet.
Just some food for thought.
The Post Office
In light of what is happening in our world today, I thought the
following might bring a smile to your face.
A letter from the Post Office... this is absolutely the best!!
We don't know who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the
dead letter department who understands LOVE......
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed
away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how
much she missed Abbey.
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
Heaven, God would recognize her.
I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? Abbey died yesterday and is with
you in heaven.
I miss her very much. I 'm happy that you let me have her as my dog
even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls.
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that
she is my dog.
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it.
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front
porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand.
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.'
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey
loved being your dog.
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I'm sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.
Love,
God
following might bring a smile to your face.
A letter from the Post Office... this is absolutely the best!!
We don't know who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the
dead letter department who understands LOVE......
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed
away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how
much she missed Abbey.
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
Heaven, God would recognize her.
I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? Abbey died yesterday and is with
you in heaven.
I miss her very much. I 'm happy that you let me have her as my dog
even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls.
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that
she is my dog.
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it.
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front
porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand.
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.'
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey
loved being your dog.
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I'm sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.
Love,
God
Deaf Dog
I have a deaf dog and i think we
have reach a dead end with his training.
Any tips?
have reach a dead end with his training.
Any tips?
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