Not to me. I had to re-read the entire sequence to realise why the picture (with accompanying "description") had been posted. I knew what I meant and it didn't occur there was another interpretation. Evidence of such happened frequently. The incident given in the original post happened on numerous ocassions (although minor details varied, such a Scrub or Cabbage coming up the stairs as I was going down, with a "I just came to see what the noise was" expression). It's when you can hear the cat (or cats) running round in the room before the expensive accident that indicates the cats are in the room, but nowhere in the vicinity once you've opened the door.... Cats don't write. Although they like to sit on keyboards when you type or get in your face when programming the VCR. There used to be a lot of kids in the vicinty of the cats (especially Cabbage). But sandy-haired or not I couldn't say. They were, ummm, small and human (and largely annoying). And they had mothers who'd shout them at teatime. Is there an arcane significance to sandy-haired kids?
You're right; there is something different about your brain Sounds pretty dubious; is it possible that....forget it. Hmm I don't think I like the sound of this. It seems almost like.... My cats do finger( I mean paw) painting so I'm not sure we can disregard it entirely. Well it sorta reminded me of...Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
well they get jealous don't they? I think they sniff each out then it's war. I just gave my pussy a really loving stroke, being as we're discussing it an all. makes me proud Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
which two? I am contributing scientifically about my pussy and how it rates above all others! What say you! Check out my pussy pics earlier in thread.
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Correct I did not specify, because I hadn't seen any interpretation other than the one I meant. Since it was daytime, and I don't get drunk (and if I had been how drunk would I have to be to jnock something over in a different room?), and I've alreday said the cats were in that room, then..... Go on... Now I'm intrigued... Ah. Got you on the Sandy-haired kid. Captunnn Napaaalm! Oli, not Olie. And Scrub was anything but a little darling. This was the cat that deliberately show his belly to each and every visitor for the sole purpose of getting front AND rear claws AND teeth into their wrist.
lol, your cats sounds fab, my cat is called Tyson, (I did not name him) but his treat (for himself!) when I first had him, was to jump from the top of my wardrobe onto my face as I lay asleep in bed below. He comes when I whistle (think he was raised with dogs as this is totally automatic, even responds to whistling on tv) He reads my mind as knows when I am stroking him that my mind has wondered from the fluffiness that he is to big bro for example, then bites me viciously and leaps off in disgust. Used to bring me mice (live ones) and thoughtfully allow them to have full run of the house while he entertained himself watching ME chase round after them. He can catch rather well and enjoys game of 'bat'. Uses his tail like middle finger when pissed off. He adores my bfriend and enjoys coming between us at every opportunity and preventing certain lap comforts as HE is sat on it!
No Oli ( without the e); I'm convinced you have calvinandhobbesism a serious disorder where individual believes cat has superpowers ( stuffed or otherwise), uses transmogrifiers to build up false (ie lame) excuses and blames said cat (or stuffed tiger) for all damages caused by self.
Ah we're back onto lame excuses again. Does this mean you're not funding the research? Damn. Okay. Now I want to start a study on me. Specifically how I can simultaneously be sat reading or watching TV at the same time as I'm in another room pulling bookshelves down. And even more spookily, go upstairs to that room and not find myself already in there... That's slightly weirder than the cats doing it.