Sandra, you're lucky that dog hasn't killed you in your sleep. How humiliating!
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Sandra, you're lucky that dog hasn't killed you in your sleep. How humiliating!
:D It was just sidewalk chalk and washed right out. We had a good laugh that day though. :D :D
This thread is cracking me up!
Our lab (who's quite a few cards short of a full deck), loves to wriggle around on our dirty clothes (underwear are especially yummy to her). We must have that "good human" scent. :confused: Then again, she also digs in the trash and eats my used tissues, eats her own poo (sorry), and will do just about anything for a taste of toothpaste- so she's obviously not very bright. I love her anyway...;)
My sweet Persian kitty, Jasper, had a fetish for plastic bags. He never ate them but he would lick them. The first time it was at night and I couldn't figure out what the noise was. I was always worried about him eating them but he seemed satisfied with the licking. They do pose a suffocation threat so everyone please be sure to pick them up!
That reminds me of the time I was innocently and ever so professionaly phoning in a story to my editor and the long-haired cat got her pride and joy, er, tail mixed up in a strip of flypaper.
I hadn't known cats could fly before that. I swear, she was about 3 feet off the floor.
AND I COULDN'T LAUGH! Or rescue her. I was on the phone with the editor, etc.
We all survived, but it was a near thing.
So Herald the Tuxedo cat has a shoe fettish. Must roll in shoes after I take them off.
But the one that cracks me up:
When I lived in northern California, I worked on a salmon hatchery. We were spawning fish, which is rather messy. I came home, still must have had some blood and other *stuff* on my outter wear, was dirty enough that I stripped in the garage (after the door went down), then came through the kitchen door, intending to go straight to take a hot shower. But for some reason all my kitties were waiting at the kitchen door, so when I opened it, they barged out, to give my clothes a good smell. And then proceeded to try their best to bury them. So now I'm cold, naked, trying to herd the cats back in the house so I can have my shower, and they're still trying to bury my clothes. One cat at a time, I put back in the house, and THEN I could take my shower.
ROTFLMAO! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
One of our cats was long-haired and had an impressive set of sideburns/whiskers to set off his manly face. Which was a bit impractical when he insisted on sticking his ENTIRE HEAD into an empty can of cat food to get at the remains.
It got stuck of course. He tried to take in his stride and paw it off, than he tried to just wander around pretending nothing had happened, bumping randomly into things, then he started freaking out and crawling backwards shaking his head. By that time we had picked ourselves up off the floor enough to help him take it off.
And then he stuck his head in again... :rolleyes:
Shame on you;)Quote:
Originally Posted by sandra
I'm going to have to talk to your husband:rolleyes:
Reminds me of the late, great Spike Kitty. I was sitting on the couch eating Krystal hamburgers that come in their own little boxes. I was sitting the boxes on the floor. Spike stuck her head in one and, of course, it stuck. She starts trying to back out of it. She's backing all over the living room with a box on her head. I'm laughing so hard I can't catch her.