Spotted on a side street this morning
There was no cat, Flo or otherwise. Is this a joke I’m not getting, or is it a Brit thing?
I have nothing for you today. Have an excellent weekend!
Posted: March 21st, 2025 under personal.
Comments: 5
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Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 21, 2025, 9:29 pm
The sign is amusing. I like it. It has a touch of wry humor (alt: humour) but doesn’t quite make it all the way to ‘joke’ status. I don’t think it is a Brit thing; I can imagine it in a U.S. shop window.
Comment from QuasiModo
Time: March 22, 2025, 1:31 am
S. Weasel is sunning herself with her new Helios gadget.
Have a nice weekend 🙂
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 22, 2025, 2:05 am
Ah, I got it.
It almost makes the clever class, but falls short.
It’s sort of a joke, but not worth explaining.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: March 22, 2025, 3:41 pm
When we lived in a townhouse in a small town, we had a south-facing picture window which was closely visible from the sidewalk (like the shop window above). Of course we kept it curtained for privacy but in any case our big fat barrel-shaped white cat loved to sleep in that nice sunny window between the curtain and the glass. Unfortunately, he liked to sleep on his back with all four feet in the air. With his eyes closed, he looked very much a dead cat, swollen up from being dead for quite sometime. Several times we had strangers knock on the door to inform us of the sad demise of our Antonio. We could have definitely used a sign that said “He isn’t dead he just acts that way.”
So my guess is everyone sees a beautiful cat in that shop window and comes in to chat about the cat…but then doesn’t buy anything…
Comment from Carl
Time: March 23, 2025, 8:47 pm
I thought of you this evening. I watched a Channel 5 programme that I recorded on March 7th. “Sue Perkins Lost in Thailand (ep.1)”. They show the manufacture of Elephant Dung paper by the PooPooPaper Company (poopoopaper.com). Very simple process.
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