Poll: Cat Person or Dog Person? - A lite topic

Cracklin' Rosie, get on board
We're gonna ride till there ain't no more to go
Taking it slow
Lord, don't you know
Have me a time with a poor man's lady

I found it in less than 30 seconds.Wine and all.

Not to brag but finding the puss took me only a few seconds Then again - our Maine Coon is pretty much the same color so it could be that my eyes are more accustomed.

Seems F&L, you and Saab found your pussy quickly while I toyed with mine for a good few minutes. I'm thinking I had more fun then y'all.But then again that depends on which wine.I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man

Took me about a minute, what kind of cat is it, a predator cat?By the by, my ginger cat understands when I point at something; she goes over to investigate.It's even more funny because when I point to my wife she has (on occaision) looked at my finger!

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SourceSourceSomething I posted at the vet clinic I work at.MooseEdited by Minnemooseus, : Substitute "Dog" for "Cat" in subtitle.Edited by Minnemooseus, : Add second picture etc. Modify subtitle.

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The internet is full of weird cat-loving dudes.All this time I was hoping it was a bad joke.[not serious]

I don't get it.

Pop Rocks - Wikipedia

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Pop Rocks is a carbonated candy with ingredients including sugar, lactose (milk sugar), corn syrup, and flavoring. It differs from typical hard candy in that it creates a fizzy reaction when it dissolves in one's mouth.

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Basically, if you use Pop Rocks as kitty litter, you have something that fizzes and crackles when it gets wet. It might even cause "jumping kitty nuggets". Suitable for messing with a cat's fuzzy little brain (or maybe they wouldn't even notice).Probably pretty expensive kitty litter. Better as a concept than as an execution.Moose

I couldn't find the one I was actually looking for.Moose

We've had 5 cats, three of whom are still with us. It started when I took in a stray, Holly. Three weeks later she had four kittens. We kept mom and the first born, a gorgeous wee stripey kitten called.....Stripey.Two and a half years ago I was asked to be emergency foster mom for 2 tiny black kittens. We called 'em Itchy and Scratchy and they are very strange cats. They surf the bannister then run back upstairs to do it all again. Scratchy is very timid and hides under covers when it's windy.About 2 years ago Holly went out and never came back. Turns out someone was putting out antifreeze to poison cats and 7 disappeared locally in a month. Then last year I took in another stray, a tiny female we callled Lucy so we were back up to four. A few months ago Stripey took very ill in the middle of the night. A dash to the emergency vet and four hours of clot-busters did no good and we had to say goodbye to him. I'm still devastated!So now we're back to three. Little Lucy will be getting spayed soon, couldn't do it earlier in case her owners came forward. She's still the size of a 16 week old kitten, but boy is she a fighter. She and Itchy scrap all the time. There's nothing worse than two fighting cats landing on your bed in the middle of the night, other than waking up to find Scratchy sitting on your face with his bum hole positioned precisely on your nose.So I suppose we're cat people, much to the disgust of hubby who's allergic to 'em

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They should put a cat at the end of each Olympic race and the winner gets to pet it. World records broken everywhere.

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