Cats

<span class="postlistquotedtext"><blockquote>quote:<center><hr width="100%"/></center>Mayfield669 wrote:

<span class="postlistquotedtext"><blockquote>quote:<center><hr width="100%"/></center>TheManiacNextDoor wrote:

lol.... that reminds me of the story of Oscar the grim reaper.
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Whoa, keep that cat away from me. I suspect the cat can sense (smell?) changes in metabolism and body functions that precede death. Whaddya think?<center><hr width="100%"/></center></blockquote></span>


LOL

Yeah if you see that cat I'd get the f outta Dodge. It'd be like Russian roulette! "SH*T! Here comes the reaper....whose bed is he choosing...PLEASE NOT MINE I BEG YOU.....ahhhh he's passed by my room ha ha one of you suckers is gonna throw a seven tonight..."
 
<span class="postlistquotedtext"><blockquote>quote:<center><hr width="100%"/></center>Mayfield669 wrote:

How do you pronounce that? Does Theak rhyme with steak or with weak?

We have two cats, Amber and Socks. Amber is the Art of the cat world, rotund and content to let the other cat, Socks, do all the begging for food then scurries in when food is imminent to claim her share (are you finished with your chopped chicken with gravy?). Socks is a small fluffy cat who is intensely proud of her accomplishments, which amount to incessantly washing herself and taking frequent dumps in the cat box, which I, being the wretched human slave, have to empty.<center><hr width="100%"/></center></blockquote></span>

LOL Are you finished with your chopped chicken and gravy hahaha Cats rule. Socks does all the work, Amber reaps the rewards.


 
meow..ffft ffft... =^..^=
 
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