Cats And Other Pussies
Posted on | December 15, 2007 at 10:30 am | 3 Comments
Ho hum, diddle dee yeah. It’s Saturday and no one’s reading anyway. I can post something of even less substance than normal. It’s time to look at the news again.
I need to point out this NY Times article for those who have not yet seen it, especially my numerous cat-loving readers: Your cats want to eat you (note that registration may be required to view article). In a nutshell, there’s a parasite that can spread from cats to humans, but it can only reproduce in the digestive tract of cats. So it’s alway trying to find its way back to cats. Scientists speculate that once inside a human, it alters the human’s brain so that the human will want to have more cats, thereby increasing the likelihood that the human will be eaten by cats and so the parasite can reproduce. So that’s why Crazy Cat Ladies become Crazy Cat Ladies. It’s all about the biology, and survival. It explains so much. It’s no wonder I’m more a Dog Person than a Cat Person. My girlfriend, who is more of a Cat Person, did not want me to post about this article. But that’s what I do.
I don’t know what the big deal is about lovers getting dumped via text messaging. Dumpers throughout history have always used the most expedient, current technological means to inform the dumpee. No one wants to do that sort of thing face-to-face. Some of the more cryptic cave scribblings made by our early Homo Sapien ancestors were eventually found to translate to “Gladys, I’m leaving you for a larger breasted woman in the next valley over. Let’s be friends and please don’t throw rocks at me.” And you really don’t want to know what some of those old Egyptian hieroglyphics are saying. If you want to break up with someone, I suggest downloading a breakup song to their iPod while they’re not looking.
Jogged Today: No, there’s still snow and ice on the ground, but at least the sun is out this morning. Maybe now we can get some melting done if there’s an extended storm break.
Today’s Weight: 164.4 lbs
Lunch Yesterday: Homemade ham sandwich.
Pet Peeve of the Day: My Norelco cordless electric razor broke – the power button (which never worked very well) got stuck in the “on” state. Then after the battery wore down and I recharged it, it stayed in the “off” state (which I guess is better than the “on” state). I tried taking the thing apart, but it was beyond my rudimentary repair skills. I’m now having to use an older razor with a battery that won’t hold a charge. Maybe I should just grow my facial hair out and freak everyone out.
Okay, I’ve got shoppin’ to do…
Latre.
[Crap Crap Crap. I really did compose this entry on Saturday morning, and I thought I hit the "Publish" button, but must've only hit "Save". So I have cheated and adjusted the timestamp to make it look like I published this on Sat instead of Sun. Have to keep the streak going! I kept wondering why no one was commenting on this...]
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3 Responses to “Cats And Other Pussies”
December 16th, 2007 @ 8:01 pm
The article fails to mention that there is a way to own cats and avoid toxoplasmosis: Wash your hands after you clean out the cat box. I know, it’s complex, but possible.
And anyone who would break up with you through a text message or email did you a favor. Even worse than that was Rudy Guiliani announcing on television that he was getting a divorce without having previously mentioned that little tidbit to his wife.
December 16th, 2007 @ 9:30 pm
If no one’s reading your post, how much more likely is it that no one’s reading these comments?
So: I’m not wearing underwear. La-la la-la la!
December 17th, 2007 @ 3:41 pm
Just get a kimchi cat and at least you’ll see it coming before it eats your face.
http://uk.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUKSP8875720071214