0
happythoughts

Friday funnies

Recommended Posts

That thing is great, Put me down for 7, one for each cat that lives here on the farm, Can you tell I'm a dog person??. My G/F is the Cat person, I always tell her "When I'm dead your going to turn into the Crazy old Cat Lady".
It's amazing, open a can of tuna and they come out of the wood work. Pick up the Pet Carrier box and there gone for days.
One of my favorite days is "Vet Day" when me and my boys (2 big dogs) get to go on a "Kitty Round Up". I use big leather welding gloves a Salmon fishing net and of course the dogs, The dogs don't bite the cats because there not allowed but they sure do like chasing them around the house with Daddy (Me) when allowed.
Sandy (My G/F) spends all morning being nice and gathering them up.Putting them in the Carriers, I get the last hour for the last remaining rebels who know what's up and don't wanna go...heeheehee.


------Have a good one!--------

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
There's nothing like a bunch of ferrel farm cats lying around on your property. A friend of mine who lives in Palestine, TX used to have 25 of them... in and out of his barn, on the roof of the house, on the fence, everywhere.

No gophers to the found for miles!

____________________________________________________________
I'm RICK JAMES! Fo shizzle.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
There not exactly ferrel, there old fat and lazy, spayed or neutered and all very spoiled. They spend most of the winter in the house sleeping by the wood burner/heat vents and most the summer sleeping around the house.
Wild thing about cats is how they differ personality wise, I have cats that run up to you and play/beg/attack when spunky. And then on the other hand I have cats that just eat and sleep here and could not be bothered with anyone.


------Have a good one!--------

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
A rather attractive woman goes up to the register in a restaurant. She gestures alluringly to a large man who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his cheek, which is slowly turning crimson. "Are you the owner?" she asks, now softly stroking his face with both hands. "Actually, no," he replies, "I'm just the manager." "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she asks, running her hands up beyond his ears and into his hair. "I'm afraid I can't," breathes the manager, clearly aroused, "he's in the back doing taxes right now. Is there anything I can do?" "Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him," she says, "there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies room."

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

0