Peter, the platform I use, Blogger, has a very weird and limited way of letting one sign oneself in, especially when one has more than one blog, and especially since their whole Google/FaceBook merger thingy. I keep trying to revive my Australian Lit blog, which I need to do using my real name -- but then Blogger won't let me use PC for this one.
Reminds me of a story I heard or read once about some bloke toweling off after a shower when the cat decided to play with some interesting dangly bits.
When the claws went in, he leapt backwards and whacked his head on the shower stall. His wife ran in see what the noise was about and found her husband on the bath mat simultaneously clutching a bloody head and groin. (And also presumably found the cat calmly sitting by with that "You humans do the strangest things" look.)
She called an ambulance and soon the paramedics were carrying the husband out. But when they were told how the accident happened, they laughed so hard, they dropped the stretcher down the stairs.
The husband finally made it to casualty with a clawed dick, a severe scalp wound and a broken arm.
Dunno what happened to the cat but I guess it permanently lost all lap sitting privileges in the husband's case.
According Ms Commentbitch, this was a "croul" story.
Still Life With Cat is an all-purpose blog containing reflections on whatever is going on in the realms of literature, politics, media, music, dinner, gardening etc. Its original incarnation is Pavlov's Cat (2005-2008).
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you're on fire!
that is hair-lairy-arse
Either on fire or out of control. Possibly both.
I don't mind which, you have certainly made my day a whole lot funnier than it was
There's way too much genuine doom and gloom in the world today and we'd all go mad without some humour.
Keep posting LOL Cats and 'dem' any critics.
Any claim to seriousness by this blog was well and truly destroyed by the recent mention of Australian Idol.
Good point.
Instant hilarity! Thanks to the urban dictionary for further decoding.
NICE CAVE. IT HAZ STRATCHING POST?
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Oh, I just noticed. I presume Messrs Pavlov and Schroedinger have come to an agreement, and Ms Cat has left quantum space.
I hope she has dematerialised comfortably.
WV = "dicatc"!!
Peter, the platform I use, Blogger, has a very weird and limited way of letting one sign oneself in, especially when one has more than one blog, and especially since their whole Google/FaceBook merger thingy. I keep trying to revive my Australian Lit blog, which I need to do using my real name -- but then Blogger won't let me use PC for this one.
If you follow me.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow"
Reminds me of a story I heard or read once about some bloke toweling off after a shower when the cat decided to play with some interesting dangly bits.
When the claws went in, he leapt backwards and whacked his head on the shower stall. His wife ran in see what the noise was about and found her husband on the bath mat simultaneously clutching a bloody head and groin. (And also presumably found the cat calmly sitting by with that "You humans do the strangest things" look.)
She called an ambulance and soon the paramedics were carrying the husband out. But when they were told how the accident happened, they laughed so hard, they dropped the stretcher down the stairs.
The husband finally made it to casualty with a clawed dick, a severe scalp wound and a broken arm.
Dunno what happened to the cat but I guess it permanently lost all lap sitting privileges in the husband's case.
According Ms Commentbitch, this was a "croul" story.
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