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Did somebody order a box of cat?

Wait, what? I haven’t posted yet? Omigod, get me a cute cat picture — stat!

Also, see Ace for Henri, the Existential House Cat.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 12, 2012, 10:38 pm

Charlotte’s about to turn ten, by the way. That’s hard for me to believe.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: April 12, 2012, 10:42 pm

My beauty is 14 and still luvs her some plastic bags to curl up in.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: April 12, 2012, 11:27 pm

I just wandered upstairs and found Herself (that’s Charlotte, not HerOtherSelf) asleep on the bed. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

When you get The Cat Thing you get it bad, don’t you?

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: April 13, 2012, 1:39 am

I know that MY little shit had better stop shredding all of the toilet paper in the house while i’m at work, AND shredding my foot when I shift in my sleep at night, or he’s gonna be wearing a bucket of ice water one of these days.

I love him, but DAMN is he over the top sometimes….. LOL

Comment from Pablo
Time: April 13, 2012, 2:01 am

Intended for the Schrödinger residence, perhaps?

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: April 13, 2012, 2:29 am

Probably, since his name IS Schroedinger… 😉

Comment from Katy
Time: April 13, 2012, 3:39 am

Saw this linked at American Digest. Thought of you!

How to Wash a Chicken Before a Show – YouTube.

Comment from Becca
Time: April 13, 2012, 4:05 am

Off topic (wait, was there a topic?), but check out Mean Mary on her banjo…

Dueling Banjo and Guitar-Ode to Joy

Comment from Oceania
Time: April 13, 2012, 8:01 am

Get yourselves English Burmese – not those inbred ghastly American mutants that are on the market.
Usually live to 22-23 years. Superior breeding is a Class all of its own.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 13, 2012, 11:07 am

I’ve washed a chicken, Katy! Well, I soaked one in a warm bucket for half an hour. The show people, they blow dry them and put vaseline on their combs and wattles.

That there’s a Gumby-headed Goodtime Mean Mary is playing, Becca. Thought by many to be the best entry-level, no frills banjo ever made. I wanted one for banging around the garden, but they’re no longer as cheap as they were.

When your chief virtue is being cheap and you cease being cheap, well…

Comment from Becca
Time: April 13, 2012, 1:57 pm

I noticed that.

I inherited my Grandpa’s Vega banjo (Deering bought Vega, right?), along with a Fender banjo and two Gibson acoustic guitars, but I don’t know much about the model of the Vega.

I love it, though, and can’t bear to clean the small smudge left by his hand off the head.

I keep telling myself I’m going to learn to play. Right now, I live vicariously through others.

You should post an audio of your playing. I’d love to hear!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 13, 2012, 2:25 pm

Oh, gosh, you lucky thing! My grandfather’s banjo is long, long gone, and my dad gave his best (which was awesome) to my brother. Who doesn’t play. I coulda wept.

Thing is, Becca, I grew up in Nashville around the best bluegrass, but I picked up the banjo after I moved away. There was not much in the way of tuition in those days, and I’ve always hated tab, so I’ve spent the last 30 years playing horrible bastardized best-I-can-remember versions of everything.

So now that YouTube is lousy with free tuition and there are all kinds of DVDs available, I’ve resolved to learn some of my favorite tunes the proper way. Which means I’m in the process of forgetting my old repertoire to make room.

I’m a touch old for this, at fiftymumble, but it pleases me. I discovered the proper up-the-neck lick for Little Maggie today and I’m pickled tink.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 13, 2012, 2:27 pm

Oh, Martin bought Vega in 1970. Then sold it to some Korean company. Then, yes, Deering bought it.

But essentially all that’s changing hands is the right to use the name.

Early Vega banjos are highly sought after.

Comment from Oldcat
Time: April 13, 2012, 6:39 pm

When I was a kid my older brother got the musical bug and actually made his own banjos from wood. I nearly lost a toe kicking a block that was to become the neck as it was sitting in the hallway one night ‘curing’. At least banjo sounds better than horn practice when he got into that. Even good horn practice gets annoying. I hate to think what bad horn practice is like.

Comment from Deborah
Time: April 13, 2012, 8:06 pm

Re: Cats. They do have a way of staging themselves to advantage.

Re: Banjos. This is one of my favorite banjo performances.

Comment from Nina
Time: April 13, 2012, 8:31 pm

I cannot count the number of times one or t’other members of my family have hissed to another member to come see the cat doing something adorable. Only it’s worse now because we all have iPhones and can immediately send photos back and forth across oceans.

When I came home a few minutes ago I found THREE cats happily and adorably curled up on my bed, escaping the cold wind and wet outside. Wretched creatures. Adorable, but wretched.

Comment from JC
Time: April 13, 2012, 9:42 pm

I ordered my cat in a BAG, damnit. And it got out.

Comment from Frit
Time: April 14, 2012, 2:05 am

Box = Cat Trap. ‘Nuff said. 🙂

I agree, Nina. Our (Mr. Dragon & Mine) two felines are constantly doing things we must take pics of or at least tell each other about. One is pure white, the other is essentially pure black (- she only has a small scattering of about a dozen white hairs on neck and shoulder, which one does not see unless one looks for them). Both fixed females, and have nearly diametrically opposite personalities. The white comes across as a ‘Lady Duchess’ type, whilst the black is a ferret with a lift-kit. *Impudent grin* So of course the black is the one who ‘adopted’ me, the white adopted my husband, Mr. Dragon. 😉

Comment from MikeW
Time: April 14, 2012, 1:20 pm

Hmm, I guess you’re not special enough to be that one out of thirty customers…

Comment from Nina
Time: April 14, 2012, 4:20 pm

You know, I just realized that I’m clearly wasting my time reading this blog, because as far as I know, Stoaty no longer works outside of the home, which makes her uninteresting and lacking in life experience. This clearly explains the cat and chook photos.


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: April 14, 2012, 4:45 pm

Both of our cats are black and white, and both are obnoxiously needy. The husband is the cat person, and I am the dog person.

We have discovered in the past few months that the male, Tesla, is a plastic junkie. He just has to chew on all things plastic, and apparently he has pressured the female, Patches, into the the habit. They take turns biting the shower curtain at night. It’s weird to say the least.

Comment from Nina
Time: April 14, 2012, 5:30 pm

I had cats once that used to like chewing on socks. Cotton socks were safe, all others were fair game. We didn’t have any socks without holes.

That was in 1974. Dang, I’m getting old.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 14, 2012, 8:22 pm

It’s true, Nina. I’m a…a…housewife. (Imagine I hissed that last word). Last thing anyone ever expected me to be.

Also, I’m lousy at it.

Comment from orabidoo
Time: April 14, 2012, 9:29 pm

That cat is looking ready to accept some molasses. Or pancake syrup.

I’ve said it before, but no harm repeating a good thing.
A cat without an arrow through it looks nekkid.
A cat-cabob. There are hundreds of them in the fields around me (cats, not arrows.) I am not making a noticeable dent.
Cats, on the other hand trim the game birds like a scythe, or wind turbine.
and none of the magnificent cat goes to waste. Trotlines and crawdad traps…

Comment from mostly cajun
Time: April 15, 2012, 3:05 pm

volume of ANY open box in this house=1 cubic cat.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 15, 2012, 3:58 pm

I almost forgot! Every photo of a cat in a box must link to this.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 15, 2012, 4:47 pm

Ohmigosh…I just realized the email quoting the backstory is from me!

Gosh, the internet is spooky sometimes.

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: April 16, 2012, 5:57 pm

Pretty much off topic, but Sweas, did you see this BBC headline?

Good to know that Scottish Wallabies are adept fishers. . .

Comment from Oh Hell
Time: April 17, 2012, 2:12 am

I saw the “cats-in-boxes” on I can haz Cheeseburger. It was titled “The cat traps are working”. or something like that. My outdoor cats have no boxes so they just lay in my flowers….

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