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…allllll the kittens in the worrrrrrrld…

Every day when I get home from work, I go to my computer and refresh three tabs with classified ads: show me a) the newest ads b) for kittens and cats c) within 20 miles of my postal code (that’s a zip code for Limies).

Most days, there are no new cats at all. Occasionally, there will be a pedigree kitten for stupid money. Once in a blue moon, there will be an ordinary moggy for stupid money.

Yesterday, I refreshed one site, and there were DOZENS of new entries. Gobs of kittens. Adorable kittens. Alllll for meeeeee.

It had forgotten my post code and was showing me all the kittens in Britain 🙁

But do not despair: today I may have found one at last. An old lady who lives not far away has suddenly developed an allergy to cats. At least, that’s what her doctor thinks. She’s got a six-month-old tom. She’s asking a penny for him.

Only thing is, he’s a ginger. We weren’t going to do that so soon after losing Jack. I don’t know if this is a good idea, but I suppose we’ll know when we see him tomorrow afternoon (SQUEE!).

I suppose I should explain the illustration. I had it in the back of my mind that I’d done a bad ‘Shop of kittens raining from the sky, but I didn’t remember why. I looked it up and it all came back to me.

An anti-flying eco-advocacy group called Plane Stupid made a gross one-minute ad showing polar bears falling out of the sky and landing with a bloody splat.

The Guardian described it as manipulative and probably not effective. “It’s as if the ‘green police’ are climbing into bed with your children and telling them that, unless daddy turns the TV off standby, Mr Snuggles the dog sleeps with the fishes.”

This was in 2009. I posted it on the day I first commented on the Climategate leaks.



Comment from Mitchell
Time: February 11, 2020, 10:51 pm

Ah yes, the splatting poley bears. Been 11 years already??

Comment from weasel again
Time: February 12, 2020, 12:12 am

Somewhere around here, I have a clipping of an newspaper article that quotes a young Stoaty Weasel basically giving Greta’s “how dare you” speech for the reporter. The year was 1976. This shit goes back at least a century before that.

I place it at the Industrial Revolution and the yearning after a mythical past.

Comment from Mitchell
Time: February 12, 2020, 1:02 am

“I place it at the Industrial Revolution and the yearning after a mythical past.”

We didn’t start the fire!
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it…

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: February 12, 2020, 3:35 am

That pic reminds me of Joel Vietch and his Rathergood website.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: February 12, 2020, 3:36 am

Good luck with your new kitty, btw.

Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: February 12, 2020, 4:07 am

Second Bob Mulroy’s motion: ginger or no, may you and this kitten form a family!

Comment from catnip
Time: February 12, 2020, 5:28 am

At 6 mos. old, the kitten’s personality should be set and readily observable. Having an owner to tell you his history and idiosyncrasies is also a plus. I hope he’ll turn out to be the very kitten you’ve been looking for. Regardless, it’s nearly always a pleasure to meet a new cat.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 12, 2020, 10:44 am

Good luck with the kitty!

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 12, 2020, 10:52 am

Ah the 70’s.
Oncoming Ice age, no more oil, and impending Road Warrior future for all of us who weren’t killed outright in next week’s nuke-u-lar war with the Russians.

Global Climate Stupid, and the Russians, providing almost a century of bogeymen and still going.

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