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Joined: April 4, 2007
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From: Just outside the middle of nowhere
Sorry, but if a 20+lb cat with a violent history attacked my 7 month old baby, a kick in the *** to get it off would be the least of that cat's worries.
But hey - I'm sure he knows all kinds of stuff about global warming, organic tofu, and is well connected to all his tech toys.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a cat person. I know they're kind of crazy and unpredictable. If I get near them, I'm likely to get whacked sooner or later. Especially if I misbehave. Grrr
I've been scratched and bitten a lot...
...but you should see the other guy!
Only one cat I've ever met has liked me, and fortunately it's the one at the speed shop where I spend all my spare time and money (if you believe my wife, that is. Ok, maybe all my spare money but I do spend some of my spare time elsewhere). Cats, for whatever reason, take one look at me, their eyes get as big as saucers and they start climbing the drapes and screaming.
I've always kind of liked feisty cats. Rarely were they mean but if you'd mess with them they'd sometimes mess back.
I had a big Himalayan named Yosemite Sam and he was a blast. I'd say "Sammy... where's your mammy?" and give him a few pfft's, and he'd get all wide eyed knowing it was play time. You could get him all wound up and then he would actually chase you down the hall. But never got mean. He'd mellow out when you did and a while later be on your lap purrin. You just have to know how to speak cat.
Miss that cat... never got another.
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I had a big Himalayan named Yosemite Sam and he was a blast. I'd say "Sammy... where's your mammy?" and give him a few pfft's, and he'd get all wide eyed knowing it was play time. You could get him all wound up and then he would actually chase you down the hall. But never got mean. He'd mellow out when you did and a while later be on your lap purrin. You just have to know how to speak cat.

Miss that cat... never got another.
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Last edited by cdynaco; Mar 12, 2014 at 12:06 AM.
I've always kind of liked feisty cats. Rarely were they mean but if you'd mess with them they'd sometimes mess back.
I had a big Himalayan named Yosemite Sam and he was a blast. I'd say "Sammy... where's your mammy?" and give him a few pfft's, and he'd get all wide eyed knowing it was play time. You could get him all wound up and then he would actually chase you down the hall. But never got mean. He'd mellow out when you did and a while later be on your lap purrin. You just have to know how to speak cat.
Miss that cat... never got another.
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I had a big Himalayan named Yosemite Sam and he was a blast. I'd say "Sammy... where's your mammy?" and give him a few pfft's, and he'd get all wide eyed knowing it was play time. You could get him all wound up and then he would actually chase you down the hall. But never got mean. He'd mellow out when you did and a while later be on your lap purrin. You just have to know how to speak cat.

Miss that cat... never got another.
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But here in the quasi country they eat the mice and kill the snakes and catch my gophers.



I can't complain
Patrick! We already have the body kit that's going on it