headline of the day, II
Amazing Motion Controlled, Cat-Grooming Robot Demonstrated
from the moderated comments (spam?)
I stumbled across this website when i saw the title “Neglected Pet Dreams”. I just wanted to say what a relief it is to know that other people suffer from this weird syndrome? as well. I have horrific nightmares about my cats (still alive) and a rabbit that died over 15 yrs ago!! Why is this haunting me?? Does anybody have a clue!
in case the NAzis with the GERMAN dog come back to kick me out
I am clean and keep a neat tent. I shave and shower every other week, we can alternate so some one is always in the tent. My girlfriend will bring food so we don’t have to leave. $1.00 rent is due upon our agreement and is due on the first of every month. It is not refundable as your dollar symbolizes your dedication to the tent and our cause.
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dear clusterflock
Favorite dog.
I said
Did you pee on my shower curtain, fucker? I’ll eat you. You will be Thanksgiving. You will be Thanksgiving!
Transit
Don’t eat so much. You don’t have to keep going until everything is gone. The Clean Plate Club is not looking for new members. You are already full, so why do you continue eating? You taste nothing.
Review your hardware-store shopping list. Arrange the items in two categories: things that must be fixed before they break something else, and parts for projects you will never start. Stop choosing tools based on whether you think they will outlast your span of years. Do not synthesize memories and likely scenarios as you did last time.
This will only end well
Bison rides in car to pub, chugs beer
Jim and Bailey usually hop around town in their Buffalo-mobile, a sedan transformed into a convertible by taking out the front and back seats, the roof, the windows and the windshield, so Bailey can be comfortable.
(via Laughing Squid)
I was thinking about cats again
A former School of The Art Institute classmate, Stephen Eichhorn, is working on some cat collages. He showed up on my radar recently with yesterday’s The Fox is Black post.
tweet of the day
headline of the day
Alaskan woman punches bear in the face to save her dog
What Happened When We Moved Out Here
It’s a little out of the way. We love our new home but the location is relatively remote. Not Montana prairie far, and not Desolation of Mordor far, but you have to drive for almost fifteen minutes to get a gallon of gas or milk. We’re twenty-five minutes from the Interstate, so for the first time in decades I cannot sit on my porch and hear the hum of highway traffic. Are these the metrics that define civilization? Do you choose isolation or insulation?
Post-clusterflockstock III
Law librarian out of context
From the law librarian’s life-life rather than her work life:
Daddy [pointing to the border collie which he has lost faith in]: “Tha’ dumbass ain’t got no more sense than a turnip. He ain’t no more a registered border collie than I am.”
Librarian: “Whad’ee do this time?”
Daddy: “Aaawww, ‘ee went down the road t’ Joyce’s house, where them new renters is livin and got t’fightin eez dog. An tha fool tried t’ pull em apart an got eez arm ripped up.” [look of contempt] “I mean, goddamn. Yer a grown ass man. An’ you doan know not to git between two dawgs? Shit.”
Librarian: “So then wha happened?”
Daddy: “Well, tha stupid sumbitch kep callin me an callin me can leavin messages on m’phone whinin bout rabies. So I got sicka tha shit an I drove over there.”
Librarian: “Yeah.”
Daddy: “An win I got over there ‘ee said ‘I’m sorry we have to be introduced in this situation.’ I said, ‘I ain’t got no situation. I tole ya over the phone tha eez gotta rabies shot. So I kin either leave ‘eem ‘ere fer you t’see if ‘ee develops rabies, er I kin put im in the truck an drive home.”
Librarian: “So thin what happened?”
Daddy: “I grabbed im an wint home.”
Librarian: “Did tha guy keep callin ya? What happened t’ him?”
Daddy: “I doan know. Eee coulda died a rabies fer all the fuck I know. I jus wanted to make sure tha he knew tha I was not concerned about it.”
Pop Tart Cat (aka Nyan Cat)
You’re welcome.
EDIT: Now available in T-Shirt form.
David Guthartz: Hello, Mr. Giuliani, we speak again.
SC reminded us in comments:
I had a powerful Republican moment watching those clips. I couldn’t help but think of Guiliani’s infamous radio rant about ferret owners….
From the transcript:
There is something really, really, very sad about you. You need help. You need somebody to help you. I know you feel insulted by that, but I’m being honest with you. This excessive concern with little weasels is a sickness.
“PBS will never be defunded.”
“Proof:”
the lap of luxury
BatMaddie
Maddie is a simple little creature, but she lets me put things on her head.
Jungle Cats
This is the sister-in-law’s jungle cat Sugarfoot. He actually is the “sweetest” of her batch. Still, no petting. When SIL and her husband moved from Arizona to Chicago, they had problems finding a vet who would do home visits. The cats are big and don’t do well in cages. You also don’t want to be hauling them through the hallways and foyers of Chicago condo buildings.
The Iowan says it is spooky to spend the night there. You have to lock the bedroom doors because one of the cats can twist open the doorknob. Then, when you leave the room at night, “their glowing eyes follow you. Like they’re looking at their midnight snack.”
from the archives: April 10, 2008
That does it. This is it. 1979 marked some kind of something, the likes of which we may never again witness.
Published in 1979: India’s brilliant How to Care for a Guinea Pig.
I can never get enough of this.
Dear Clusterflock
Little Runt was not a cuddly cat, but he would follow me anywhere. We were a bit of a freak show. I would put on rubber boots and walk through large puddles to demonstrate his odd loyalty. He would pick up his white-socked feet in a dainty way, then boldly jump through the water. I loved him more, even, than his mother Whitey, our first cat, who was named for her snow color.
Little Runt was pure tomcat. He started going on rambles, short in duration at first, then longer. Finally, he just didn’t come home. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure he would show up one day, especially because I kept seeing a “false cat” out of the corner of my eye. Some people believe in animal “guides” from the spirit world. So maybe Little Runt has been here all along. It’s fun to consider.
Were you ever the object of incredible pet devotion?
P.S. The photo just reminds me of Little Runt, the smallest kitten in a litter who grew into a large gray tabby. The photo shows my Chicago sister-in-law’s pet jungle cats.
from Sheila’s email
I send my friend a link to a live Google map of overnight shelters in Tokyo. I don’t know why. He lives in Dallas.
Jeezo. It looks like a map of the many aftershocks. I had to escape the media and watch the spider chow down on an ant.
image out of context
headline of the day
Brooklyn teen faces felony charge in death of family hamster
OFFER: FisherPrice Little People Zoo
Posted to the Dubuque Freecycle group Sun Mar 6, 2011 9:24 am (PST):
Has all animals except one. Makes animal noises.
From pet-free, smoke-free home.
Please leave a phone number if interested.
Thank you.
