Unlikely wrote:Yeah but one day you'll trip and do your back in and be unable to move and be all like "cats, cats, call for help" and the cats WILL NOT CALL FOR HELP they will eat you from the feet up.Brooks wrote:I don't think Brookscats hate me.
He'll eat your face, guaranteed.Brooks wrote:I'd quite like a boar. Big hairy ol' pig to go talk at on a balmy Sunday morn, the pair of us munching raw potatoes because he likes them and I'm lazy.
Skerret wrote:It might be because you have a dog's head.
Nina wrote:This is the little fella that walked home with us the other night: Haven't found the owner yet, didn't belong to the asylum where we met him. Need to find out if he's chipped or not. In the mean time, he's taken over The Princess's throne, who is not happy at all with this current shift in territory. She's still making mad sounds at him when he tries to go somewhere, and Pixel, the pussy that he is, just follows her behavior. So we now have 3 cats in the house, with The Princess guarding our bed, Pixel is in the computer room, and the black one (which we've called Batman for now) in the living room.  He is actually really cute, every time you pick him up, he tries to embrace you. First time he did it I was afraid I'd get some claws in my neck, back the claws were all safely kept in the paw, where they belong of course.
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