Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Government is simply the word for those things we choose to do badly together.
Lazy House Cat, also a red tabby, is currently at 15lbs. Yours has a ways to go yet.
Huck's probably kissing right up to 15 pounds (he's certainly larger than 12-lb Rannie...) and, judging by his snowshoe feet, still has a ways to go...
You ought see the neck and shoulders of The Cat Who Rules Here - who looks very very close to Huck, only older and bigger.
He'll soon be eating you out of house and Roseholme.
note omnipresent reverse roll of masking tape for de-furring clothing in background.
When Huck figures out the can opener you and Roomie are toast!
We had a female tri-color that tipped the scales at 28lbs. She was so big that a repairman thought she was an afghan and freaked when she moved.
Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty. At least he's friendly.
Every housecat thinks it's a lion. Some just do a more convincing impression than others.Jim
@Jim. Not lion, tiger. Lions are weird, but tigers are just kitteh writ large.
In high school we had a orange/red tabby that weighed in at around 25-30lbs. :-)
Ps. When rescuing/ adopting a pet don't choose the loudest. :-)
The late, mostly lamented Gigancat tipped the scales at 20-22 lbs. In 17 years of existence he never did figure out that speeding cat + parquet floor = magnificent wreck at the wall. We think he was a former linebacker. "Hi! My name's Moose and I play foobaw!"LittleRed1
Ps. When rescuing/ adopting a pet don't choose the loudest.ohhhhh i can vouch for this one.
Well, don't choose the quietest either. I swear they gave something to quit down the puppy we adopted. Rich
A neighbor had an American Eskimo dog, maybe 15 pounds. She would spend a lot of time over at my house, hanging with me and my dogs.Once I saw her on the road while driving an F-250. I pulled over and opened the passenger side door to say "hi." She looked up, and without any apparent physical effort, levitated herself up to the passenger seat, which was three to four times her height.I swear I saw no muscular movement at all. That must be one reason all the other dogs on the ridge, mine excluded, were scared shitless of her.
Uh... in case it isn't obvious, by "her" and "she" in my above comment I refer to the dog, not the neighbor.
Steve - It's a neat story either way :PJim
Wait till he starts jumping on your nightstand and knocking everything off...at oh-my-god-30.And I wish I were kidding.
Nathan: That's why women want throw pillows in the bedroom. It's so we have something to whang at the cat to make them get off the dresser.
Why do you think they're called "throw" pillows? ;)
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