I'm not cat person. I don't wish them any harm, well usually I don't. Some cats... have it coming. Our cat can be that way. Though, I have to admit, his temperament is largely due to B's and his daughter's abuses. B doesn't really "abuse" the cat, but he plays rough... sneaks up on it... and attacks. So in turn, the cat plays rough... does little "sneak" attacks on me. The cat's name is Kitty. I call it Cat, to show my contempt. Cat will pull a sneak attack... I growl, "Cat!" Cat runs off, twitching his tail... squats down and peers at me. I swear it's the same damn look B gives me when he pulls a prank that pisses me off. However, Cat hates children or rather distrusts them... rightfully so... B's daughter was pretty mean to it. I have to side with Cat on that one.
That video is perfect for you! It's a great combination cats and analysis--and you know you're not one of "those" cat people, with the stupid smashed-face fluffy cats, you're one of these cat people!
I just got around to watching this. And I couldn't have picked a better time to enjoy some cute cat and some hot engineer action. J and I just got done watching A Requiem for a Dream and I was feeling a little like putting my head in the oven.
But THIS was hysterical.
I forwarded it to all of my cat-people and engineer friends.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm so glad you invited me to your blog, Tyson. Where would I be without this and the videos on your blog paying homage to night at the Roxbury? Truly lost, I say!
Seriously, thanks for the invite! I was hoping as an exclusive reader of your blog, I might be included in some top-secret countercultural plot, but I'm satisfied with cat yodeling. Which, by the way, is not so much yodeling as it is cat vibrato. But we musicians split hairs.
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I'm not cat person. I don't wish them any harm, well usually I don't. Some cats... have it coming. Our cat can be that way. Though, I have to admit, his temperament is largely due to B's and his daughter's abuses. B doesn't really "abuse" the cat, but he plays rough... sneaks up on it... and attacks. So in turn, the cat plays rough... does little "sneak" attacks on me. The cat's name is Kitty. I call it Cat, to show my contempt. Cat will pull a sneak attack... I growl, "Cat!" Cat runs off, twitching his tail... squats down and peers at me. I swear it's the same damn look B gives me when he pulls a prank that pisses me off. However, Cat hates children or rather distrusts them... rightfully so... B's daughter was pretty mean to it. I have to side with Cat on that one.
That video is perfect for you! It's a great combination cats and analysis--and you know you're not one of "those" cat people, with the stupid smashed-face fluffy cats, you're one of these cat people!
I just got around to watching this. And I couldn't have picked a better time to enjoy some cute cat and some hot engineer action. J and I just got done watching A Requiem for a Dream and I was feeling a little like putting my head in the oven.
But THIS was hysterical.
I forwarded it to all of my cat-people and engineer friends.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm so glad you invited me to your blog, Tyson. Where would I be without this and the videos on your blog paying homage to night at the Roxbury? Truly lost, I say!
Seriously, thanks for the invite! I was hoping as an exclusive reader of your blog, I might be included in some top-secret countercultural plot, but I'm satisfied with cat yodeling. Which, by the way, is not so much yodeling as it is cat vibrato. But we musicians split hairs.
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