I have six cats.
I prefer them over most people.
I prefer them over most people.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
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Bad News, Rayaan
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 Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"  (January 8, 2014 at 8:54 pm)Polaris Wrote: I have a cat who kisses by head butting my nose if I get too close. One of mine kisses by nibbling. This is him in the process of opening his maw to chomp on my nose. This was during an appoximately 20-minute cat-led cuddle session where he crawled into my lap and proceeded to rub all over my face, all I did was sit there. (And take pictures - luckily I had just updated my phone so I had it sitting right in front of me...  )(January 8, 2014 at 9:22 pm)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: You know what you get from a dog? Unconditional love. You only think it's unconditional love because you're the pack leader. Quote:From a cat? "Fill my bowl, bitch." ^^-- This is accurate, though, but I contend that it's not exclusive to cats. :p
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
Though I'm mostly a dog person, Peppar has stolen my heart. There's something about a cat, "sneaking" up to you, purring like a V8, giving your fingers a few lovingly licks and falling asleep on your chest
 When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
 (January 9, 2014 at 12:47 pm)Kayenneh Wrote: Though I'm mostly a dog person, Peppar has stolen my heart. There's something about a cat, "sneaking" up to you, purring like a V8, giving your fingers a few lovingly licks and falling asleep on your chest My cat will always fall asleep on me just as I was thinking of getting and doing something. "Well, now I'm stuck here. Damn you, Mittens!" ![[Image: 10314461_875206779161622_3907189760171701548_n.jpg]](https://scontent-a-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xfp1/t1.0-9/10314461_875206779161622_3907189760171701548_n.jpg)
 (January 9, 2014 at 12:47 pm)Kayenneh Wrote: Though I'm mostly a dog person, Peppar has stolen my heart. There's something about a cat, "sneaking" up to you, purring like a V8, giving your fingers a few lovingly licks and falling asleep on your chest Cat gravity. Practicing for when you don't wake up, and supper is served. 
(January 9, 2014 at 12:47 pm)Kayenneh Wrote: There's something about a cat, "sneaking" up to you, purring like a V8, giving your fingers a few lovingly licks and falling asleep on your chest There's also something about a cat as it launches off the crow's nest of its cat tree, bounces off your furniture like a skipping stone and tears across the house at just barely under supersonic speeds... ... all for no reason. 
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
RE: Bad News, Rayaan
January 9, 2014 at 5:24 pm
(This post was last modified: January 9, 2014 at 5:26 pm by Kayenneh.)
(January 9, 2014 at 5:17 pm)Clueless Morgan Wrote: ... all for no reason. Oh, you didn't know? They do it for a reason! Let the brilliance of the Oatmeal enlighten you: ![[Image: 9.png]](https://images.weserv.nl/?url=s3.amazonaws.com%2Ftheoatmeal-img%2Fcomics%2Fcat_kill%2F9.png) Here are some other signs that your cat is plotting to kill you. When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
I'm sure you've all seen this:
WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES Excerpts from a Dog's Diary....... 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary... Day 983 of my captivity... My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges.. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
Teenaged X-Files obsession + Bermuda Triangle episode + Self-led school research project = Atheist.
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
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