Reminds me of playing “fetch” with my dog when I was a kid. Throw a snowball into a drift and watch the funny happen.
[Found here.]
Category: Cat Stuff
The .Gif Friday Post No.267 – Firedog, Llama Leer, Gecko Splat & Bro Cat
The .Gif Friday Post No. 263 – Rotation
[First .gifs found here. I rotated them and paired ’em up. The other two were from a site that’s NSFW/NSFK, but…
Due to almost-unforseen circumstances, I’m posting this from an annoyingly un-tweaked mouse-less laptop, and I don’t have my bookmarks handy to link to it. My ailing desktop is going in for surgery tomorrow.
[Update: Surgery failed, can’t fix a broken motherboard. You read that right. Not malfunctioning. Broken. I broke it. I broke a motherboard.
Adam’s Electronics swapped me a refurbished model, over and above the quality of service expected. They are beyond the valley of awesome.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 261 – Wrong Socket Hell, Birdfeeder & SpockBrow
The .Gif Friday Post No.260 – Electric ID, Cat Pwnd 2x, Mentos & Coke FAIL
The .Gif Friday Post No.258 – Campfire, Segway Fail & Kitten Dispenser
The .Gif Friday Post No.254 – Pug Bone Lick, Water Cat & Dog Crossing
Cat TV
[Found here.]
The .Gif Post No.151 – TP Cat, Feline Doorman, Great Leap & Sniper
RIP Smokey
Our old gray cat finally passed away last night after suffering a stroke. Kinda saw it coming, as she’d been acting abnormally recently – a bit more clingy, not eating as much, not wanting to go outside, crouching with her head held over her water bowl. Then yesterday her tail and hind legs wouldn’t work and she slowly drifted off.
Here she is in 2009, one of the few “Cat Posts” we’ve shown here:
Bunkessa and Bunkarina had adopted Smokey as a stray. She needed very little training, suggesting that she’d been abandoned by a previous owner. She loved the missus and the kids, but couldn’t stand me, at least for the first few years we had her.
Smokey knew to go outdoors to do her business and would paw the frame of the screen door to tell us. She figured out how to “knock” at the front screen door by pulling on it and letting it bang shut when she wanted to come back in. She’d bring us “presents” occasionally, including a live terrified mouse that she dropped on the living room floor.
RIP Smokey 1995(?) – 2012
Tacky Raccoons 