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A rare and wonderful thing

This is my old girl, who turned 17 this year. Seventeen very hard years, including a feral babyhood, a trans-Atlantic move and getting chewed on by a fox.

And this is my lap. Charlotte hasn’t gotten in my lap in…I don’t know. Maybe since we moved here? She’ll get in Uncle B’s lap occasionally, but never mine. She’s a world champion grudge holder and hands down the stubbornest creature I have ever known.

So. That’s where I’ve been tonight. Under the cat. Who can tell why? I had nothing better to do than take cellphone pictures of her.

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Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 31, 2019, 8:21 pm

I couldn’t even shitpost all that much, since our internet connection is coming and going again.

They think they’ve found it, finally. Two messed up wires in fact. Fixing it will involve cutting down the major part of a tree and putting up a whole new pole.

I have a feeling it will be a while.

 


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: July 31, 2019, 9:46 pm

It may be… uh…. the time has come to head for the Rainbow Bridge.
~
Sorry to think this way but… I’ve seen things.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: July 31, 2019, 10:05 pm

Somehow that picture of Charlotte on your lap reminds me of this passage:

I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. I am, unluckily, one of those who have an antipathy to a cat, so that I am uneasy when in the room with one; and I own, I frequently suffered a good deal from the presence of this same Hodge. I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson’s breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying, “Why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;” and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, “but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.”

From Boswell’s Life Of Johnson

 


Comment from RD
Time: July 31, 2019, 11:10 pm

As my wife would say ‘Sorry I can’t do anything right now… I’ve got COL.

 


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: August 1, 2019, 12:23 am

Offered without comment is the case of Oscar the cat, who was normally anti-social, but cuddled up at one particular time:

https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/miracle-cat-predicts-deaths-100-5365056

 


Comment from dissent555
Time: August 1, 2019, 4:40 am

“Does anybody want a five pound sweet gushy pink mucilage booger?

Posted: July 23rd, 2019”

See, that right there is one of the reasons that I enjoy perusing these pages.

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 1, 2019, 12:28 pm

Next – explain the fascination Britain has with women with pneumatic lips.

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 1, 2019, 12:35 pm

okay, skip that.

Here’s an interesting bit about your ‘fates’
(and if I said that wrong, blame “the Detectorists”)

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7309785/Black-white-photos-fun-fair-England-1936-1962.html

I don’t suppose the modern ones look like this – but there’s a Punch and Judy photo in there.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: August 1, 2019, 12:46 pm

Charlotte is a fine cat indeed. She has had adventures. I thought the late Marie Antoinette was a traveler, from Loozyana to Colorado and back . . but a transatlantic move? Wow! Marie ain’t even in it with Charlotte.

 


Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: August 1, 2019, 1:32 pm

Well this would have been on topic yesterday but I only came across this last night .. if you enjoy those soothing restoration videos, check out these incredibly beautiful and amazing portrayals of rural life in China .. some have ~30 million views and it is easy to see why. This woman is brilliant. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoC47do520os_4DBMEFGg4A

 

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