I had a black-and-white pusscat called Billie (short for Billie Jean King some some reason that is now lost in the mists of time) twenty years ago; and she would fetch a rolled-up paper ball back if you threw it. Over and over and over again. Until she had to stop halfway back to rest, panting and showing her claws if you dared try to take it from her before she was ready to start playing fetch again. If there is a meowcat heaven, then I hope she’s looking down at me with a rolled-up paper ball in her trap - waiting for me to catch MY breath and start throwing again.
September 22nd, 2008 at 12:21 pm
I had a black-and-white pusscat called Billie (short for Billie Jean King some some reason that is now lost in the mists of time) twenty years ago; and she would fetch a rolled-up paper ball back if you threw it. Over and over and over again. Until she had to stop halfway back to rest, panting and showing her claws if you dared try to take it from her before she was ready to start playing fetch again. If there is a meowcat heaven, then I hope she’s looking down at me with a rolled-up paper ball in her trap - waiting for me to catch MY breath and start throwing again.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:09 pm
Don’t worry about it, Dairy.
Vlad has promised to guide me through Tiger Shooting 101 when he’s finished invading Georgia…
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:06 pm
careful chenier, you’ll hurt its felines……
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:05 pm
The cat is psychotic; beyond salvage.
Though the stick could be reycled…
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:03 pm
it obviously needs puss-ychoanalysis…
the cat is not afraid of showing its inner dog…..
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:02 pm
Poor thing.
Some b*st*rd has stripped it of its spiritual destiny, and reduced it to mere dogdom…