Humans think they're so clever, but are they? Read this and tell me what you think.
SINGLE WHITE FEMALE seeks companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm a very good-looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Call (real phone number) and ask for Daisy ... I'll be waiting.Over 15,000 men called the phone number and found themselves speaking with a representative of the Atlanta Human Society about an 8-week-old white Persian cat.Here are some other silly human advertisements. (found at
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Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.
Stock up and save. Limit: one.
Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00
For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.
Tired of cleaning yourself. Let me do it.
Used Cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated. Come here first.
Our bikinis are exciting. They are simply the tops.
Six men, their faces covered with red bandanas, got out of the Cherokee carrying a knife, baseball bat, billy club and rolling pin, said Davis, 20. "I knew when I saw the rolling pin that something bad was going to go down," said Davis.
Tips to Avoid Alligator Attacks: Don't swim in waters inhabited by large alligators.
People are just brillliant, aren't they?
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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21 comments:
Those bikinis sure sound exciting!
Hope they're selling for half price.
How did that anonymous comment get through? It's pure spam.
I don't know.
I never got an email stating it was there.
Now I can't figure out how to dump it.
A bit slow.
This is great sometime you have to wonder and be a bit scared. These people are driving on the same roads and might be operating heavy machinery
I gather Bevie turned off comment sensor? Looks like a post for a questionable site above. There should be a remove option for that post
You're quick. There is an option where you can set who is allowed to post. Note there are also spammers with blog ids. I report them to blogger!
I don't understand. I thought I was to get emails whenever I got posts. I even get them when I post.
That's how I found this. I was walking by the computer and saw I had one message.
I wonder why I didn't get one for SPAM.
Wouldn't you know it, though? My first day without moderation and I get SPAM. And cr*p spam at that!
I have to allow Anonymous in order for Rufus to post.
I can see how you might want to go back to comment moderation.
What a pity! Talk about Sod's law.
You should be able to get rid of comments. I know I've had to delete two so far.
There is an option under, I believe "Customize" where you must tell it to notify you when ever someone post.
If you like, you can set Rufus up as having full writes to post on the account. That will allow Rufus to post photos and do whatever Rufus likes -do you trust him ;-)
You can also use Verification, where users must enter a few letters. (If you wish to really prevent spammers. I know some bloggers that don't bother with verification and they seem to not be too troubled by spammers.)
I don't know. Right now I've got the moderation back on. I suppose I'm overreacting, huh?
But I got emails from every other comment. Just not the SPAM. That's what bothers me.
You're right, Fairy. It's Sod's Law. And it took me a couple of minutes, but I finally figured out that isn't a fire hydrant. It's a trash can.
I trust Rufus without reservation. Rufus is more than welcome to have full rights to post. If he wants them.
I don't think you're over reacting. It is distressing to see such stuff on your blog. (I'm trying to avoid using words that web trolls might see and try to post similiar sort of unwanted content.)
Wow - I didn't know that you were informed of the other comments but not the spam one - I see you're point.
How fitting, all part of 'how stupid humans' are subject. If only we were more like cats.
It is your block, if you're happy with moderation, then it is up to you. What ever works for you.
I trust Rufus without reservation.
That's more than I do! He's a sweetie and lulls you into a false sense of security and then Bam! The teeth and claws come out.
(They really do.)
Ha!Ha!
Rufus sounds like my Bessie. Is he a Fluffy too?
Rufus is Kitten of the Month!
Oh Rufus - he's a real cutie! I suspect that you needed that box for something other than a cat toy!
Yup, Bessie is quite fluffy. Her nickname 'Fluffula' (the 'ula' because she sits on me at night and licks my face and Nick--husband--thinks she looks a bit like dracula.
I forgot, I posted a photo of Bessie on my blog
Fluffula is a great name.
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