Hey all! Have you heard about the movie coming out this summer called "Cats And Dogs"? Its a storry about the war between cats and dogs and is a comedy where the actors expressions are computer generated to make them talk, etc. It looks like it's going to be hilarious! I can't wait.
Also, have any of you had a kitty-scare? I'll explain: One night I saw Socrates playing with something on the floor. I mean, he was doing somersaults. I thought it was a piece of paper til' I saw it move and upon investigation saw that it was a kitty-injured wasp. Well, Socrates gets stung, I call the emergency vet (It was already 1 am) and they tell me that its only 1 in a hundred that proves fatal if the cats air passages swell they can suffocate. Well, 1 in a hundred wasn't too bad, but I know my luck. So, I kept checking on him. He went to lie on the bed because I kept bugging him to make sure he was ok on the couch. Well, after not seeing him for about half an hour I started going into the bedroom and turning on the light, touching him, checking his breathing, checking his mouth and asking him if he was OK. You should have seen the way he kept looking at me "Oh, WHAT?! You keep bugging me! I'm trying to sleep here!". Well, I went to bed before I usually do so I could be with him, but then I couldn't sleep because I was afraid I'd wake up with a dead cat. I dozed and everytime I awoke I checked on him. He was getting so annoyed with me. Well, about 4 am I finally passed out, scared I'd have a dead cat in bed with me. So, what was the first thing I saw upon waking? Socrates was STANDING on top of me, on my chest, "Look, you kept waking me up so I figured I'd wake your lazy ass up to feed me". He was just fine. But, there's nothing like those moments of over reaction on the part of us inferior humans is there?
Also, have any of you had a kitty-scare? I'll explain: One night I saw Socrates playing with something on the floor. I mean, he was doing somersaults. I thought it was a piece of paper til' I saw it move and upon investigation saw that it was a kitty-injured wasp. Well, Socrates gets stung, I call the emergency vet (It was already 1 am) and they tell me that its only 1 in a hundred that proves fatal if the cats air passages swell they can suffocate. Well, 1 in a hundred wasn't too bad, but I know my luck. So, I kept checking on him. He went to lie on the bed because I kept bugging him to make sure he was ok on the couch. Well, after not seeing him for about half an hour I started going into the bedroom and turning on the light, touching him, checking his breathing, checking his mouth and asking him if he was OK. You should have seen the way he kept looking at me "Oh, WHAT?! You keep bugging me! I'm trying to sleep here!". Well, I went to bed before I usually do so I could be with him, but then I couldn't sleep because I was afraid I'd wake up with a dead cat. I dozed and everytime I awoke I checked on him. He was getting so annoyed with me. Well, about 4 am I finally passed out, scared I'd have a dead cat in bed with me. So, what was the first thing I saw upon waking? Socrates was STANDING on top of me, on my chest, "Look, you kept waking me up so I figured I'd wake your lazy ass up to feed me". He was just fine. But, there's nothing like those moments of over reaction on the part of us inferior humans is there?