And I have "followed" you for the smart and caustic remarks you make and the fine cat on your Avatar.
Cats and dogs make great pals. So do lizards, turtles, Axolotls, fish, and my snake, Harley the Hog-Nosed Snooze Snake, who eats a mouse once a week and snoozes the rest of it.
Chiquis (slangy variation of Chiquita) was a gift from my sister-in-law. Alas, she passed earlier this year.
Once, she was acting crazy running around the house in the very early morning. I got up to investigate, and she presented me with a mouse that she had caught and killed. I thanked her and took the mouse.
We had a LOT of cats in my family, but none caught mice. Our first cat, Nomad, was an intellectual. When he saw the mouse in our Catskills retreat, he walked down the stairs to follow it and stared at the hole under the house as if to ask, "Did I see this on the David Susskind Show?"
Curry, a later cat, was also an orange tiger, but never caught mice. He caught a bird, and paraded it around the house in triumph, while it squawked. We gave the bird an assisted launch out the back door.
To catch mice in the Catskills, we tried using a sonic repeller next. It gave my brother and mother headaches. The mouse walked right up to it and ignored the "noise." Back to the store it went.
So my brother said, "Why not just get a mousetrap, like in the cartoons?" We did, went home, and next weekend, found seven dead mice in the traps.
The only thing our cats were good at was amusing us -- although when one of our cats gave birth two months after walking into the house from the back, out the front, and sitting down -- it was the first time my mother assisted in a delivery. She observed Stalky care for her kitten Tumble, and said, "I wish I'd seen that before I had babies. It would have helped me a lot."
Here’s one I’ve told. A sciency PBS teevee show asked the question: “Can dogs tell time?” Background: Pet dog Spot “knows” when Mr. Dog Owner is supposed to come home, and starts going a little daft if Mr. Dog Owner is late. Why? Can Spot tell time? After experimentation, they found that Spot could sense when Mr. Dog Owner’s scent had decayed to a certain concentration, and Spot correlated that scent level with Mr. Dog Owner’s return home. Interesting, huh?
You forgot George Dubya
Dang it, now I'm going to be up all night trying to remember where that's from.
https://foreignpolicy.com/2...
Like the grizzled newsroom editor who tells his reporters: “If your mother says she loves you—check it out.”
Yes, he' s up there.
And they elected and re-elected the biggest one of them.
He thinks he has some trumps in his hand, but the game is in no-trump.
—Bridge humor
And I have "followed" you for the smart and caustic remarks you make and the fine cat on your Avatar.
Cats and dogs make great pals. So do lizards, turtles, Axolotls, fish, and my snake, Harley the Hog-Nosed Snooze Snake, who eats a mouse once a week and snoozes the rest of it.
I’m honored {blushes}.
Thanks. I *knew* I had not simply dreamed this. I wonder if I still have the book ...
So what's the story on the cat?
Chiquis (slangy variation of Chiquita) was a gift from my sister-in-law. Alas, she passed earlier this year.
Once, she was acting crazy running around the house in the very early morning. I got up to investigate, and she presented me with a mouse that she had caught and killed. I thanked her and took the mouse.
Truly sorry to hear about your loss.
We had a LOT of cats in my family, but none caught mice. Our first cat, Nomad, was an intellectual. When he saw the mouse in our Catskills retreat, he walked down the stairs to follow it and stared at the hole under the house as if to ask, "Did I see this on the David Susskind Show?"
Curry, a later cat, was also an orange tiger, but never caught mice. He caught a bird, and paraded it around the house in triumph, while it squawked. We gave the bird an assisted launch out the back door.
To catch mice in the Catskills, we tried using a sonic repeller next. It gave my brother and mother headaches. The mouse walked right up to it and ignored the "noise." Back to the store it went.
So my brother said, "Why not just get a mousetrap, like in the cartoons?" We did, went home, and next weekend, found seven dead mice in the traps.
The only thing our cats were good at was amusing us -- although when one of our cats gave birth two months after walking into the house from the back, out the front, and sitting down -- it was the first time my mother assisted in a delivery. She observed Stalky care for her kitten Tumble, and said, "I wish I'd seen that before I had babies. It would have helped me a lot."
Thanks.
Chiquis is cavorting blissfully in the back yard, albeit beneath a small slab of precast concrete....
Great stories, thanks.
Here’s one I’ve told. A sciency PBS teevee show asked the question: “Can dogs tell time?” Background: Pet dog Spot “knows” when Mr. Dog Owner is supposed to come home, and starts going a little daft if Mr. Dog Owner is late. Why? Can Spot tell time? After experimentation, they found that Spot could sense when Mr. Dog Owner’s scent had decayed to a certain concentration, and Spot correlated that scent level with Mr. Dog Owner’s return home. Interesting, huh?
I had a dog that was good at that, too.