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Get me down!

Pretty high up for a fat boy. Most of the time, a cat picture like this actually a cat caught mid-yawn, but our lad there really was screaming at me.

He’s a talky boy, is our fat black-and-white. He’s shouting at me to get him down – not because he’s scared, but because he likes us to lift him down off high places. We call it playing tree.

And while I was searching for that post, I found this post of him as a lad, before he had the snip.

I also learned that 13 years ago, this blog was the number one hit on Google Images for “cat testicles.” Sadly, I’m not even on the first three pages any more.

Don’t google it. You will see things you can never unsee.


Comment from Gromulin
Time: April 20, 2022, 9:24 pm

In my single days, my last cat was named NoNuts. It always cracked me up when the vet would send reminders to NoNuts in the mail. My future wife didn’t see the humor, so I changed his name to Punk. Which he very much was. Tuxedo cats are just aloof punks.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 20, 2022, 11:08 pm

Congratulations, Mme. Ermine! This article from June 2007 is #6 in DuckDuckGo’s results when you search for “booger haiku”.

I haven’t tried a search for “1957 Plymouth Belvedere Buried Car” yet.

Did you ever get yourself a nice fringed buckskin jacket before emigrating?

Looking at those well-aged articles and comments is great fun.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: April 21, 2022, 12:08 am

Mrs D refuses to have anything to do with male cats, nuts, or no nuts.

not quite like banana bread with nuts is it.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 21, 2022, 2:26 am

Pretty smart cat, who can train the girl to “play tree.” Maybe you can engineer a cat slide for him.

Comment from Mitch
Time: April 21, 2022, 4:17 am

There is a cat-shaped hole in the world of Casa Mitch tonight. I had to give away my sweet Prudence to a kind woman who will try to make her a new home amongst her own menagerie. We are moving to Florida and I could not keep her.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 21, 2022, 6:40 pm

Oh, Mitch, I’m so sorry. But my first conclusion when you mentioned “cat-shaped hole” was that he had died. At least it’s not that.

Some days I hate social media for that – all the people mourning the pet they just had to have put down today.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 22, 2022, 1:16 pm

I just realized why that picture tickled me:

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