The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
I'm tempted to post pictures of my "kids" but I tend to turn into the grandmother with the wallet full of photos, shoving them in the faces of anyone kind enough to stop for a moment.
I shall have to post a piccy of my Rochester. He's The Man, you know. I don't think there's one on photobucket at the moment, so I'll have to wait 'til I get home! Watch this space...
You just can't beat the entertainment derived from the smells, damaged furniture, omnipresent cat hair, 'affectionate' head-butts, dribble, puncture marks in your skin, random key-pressing on the keyboad while you're trying to type and/or play games, the added weight on your back while you're struggling to finish your press-ups at the end of a workout, the up-ended mugs, stolen chicken legs or cheese found behind the sofa 3 weeks later, vet bills, paw-prints on all the windows and total mastery of the king-sized bed.
quote: Originally posted by: ddvmor "You just can't beat the entertainment derived from the smells, damaged furniture, omnipresent cat hair, 'affectionate' head-butts, dribble, puncture marks in your skin, random key-pressing on the keyboad while you're trying to type and/or play games, the added weight on your back while you're struggling to finish your press-ups at the end of a workout, the up-ended mugs, stolen chicken legs or cheese found behind the sofa 3 weeks later, vet bills, paw-prints on all the windows and total mastery of the king-sized bed. Yup. Cats are great. "
Couldn't have said it better myself - although you did forget the presents on the carpet.
The arse. Oh yes. Many's the time I have berated Rochester by crying 'ANUS ANUS ANUS!'.
I have indeed suffered the dead bird on the pillow. One of my mothers cats did it to me once.
It reminds me of an entertaining story about Elliot from about 5 years ago...
We used to have a huge field out the back of the house which backed directly onto the New Forest, so there was plenty of wildlife. Elliot, who until that point had never ever caught anything, was strutting around as he had just had a bath - he looked good and he knew it!
So we went out for a walk, and upon returning, Ellie came trotting up the path with a freshly killed bird in his mouth and blood ALL OVER HIM!!! And I do mean all over. he dropped the bird in front of me as if to say, here's a present for taking the time to make me look so good!
He seemed to consider it unreasonable that he ended up having two baths in one day...
quote: Originally posted by: Aodan "awww sweet kitty! I'm tempted to post pictures of my "kids" but I tend to turn into the grandmother with the wallet full of photos, shoving them in the faces of anyone kind enough to stop for a moment. So I shall refrain. "
Yes. I am aware of this unpleasant scenario, but frankly I think it's too late. I have spent too much time telling the Big Jam about my cats to stop now. So here is a picture of the beasts when they were toddlers. The small, sickly looking one is Mr.Burns.