Yes you were.

heh.. I would take you up on that but,alas, I have no pets.... and perhaps more the poorer for that.


Only my stuffed cat, Hockeyball, comes close.


Still, I found your story not only humorous but I really could see the mischief in their eyes.


Cats are fun creatures.


One question, have you ever named a cat that was not after some villian?

My mom still has my old cat that we got when first moving to Nevada. Her name is YoCat :)

heh..don't listen to 'em s'Il I found it funny. ;)


I'll stick some (hopefully) amusing pics up when I get the chance later.

I'll take you up on it. Digital camera is MIA at the moment, so no images.

My cat's name is Pirate. He's a really cool cat, who has usurped the White Cat's place on my shoulders because the White Cat has long here which is always rather disgustingly matted and dirty. This is sad, because White Cat loves everyone, and just wants to be held. But he's always so gross. Not to mention he has a permanent head cold, and is always sneezing cat snot all over everywhere.

Anyway, a few months ago we had a cat that we called Mr. Glass, after the character from Unbreakable. Mr. Glass was born with some sort of muscular disorder, because he could never control his rear legs. He was also very tiny for his age. So, completely out of character, Mr. Glass was let to come into the house every day (I used to be horribly allergic to cats, so they're hardly ever let into the house).

Mr. Glass gave us great entertainment. Watching him it seemed that he didn't actually know that his back legs didn't work. He would walk a few steps, and then his back legs would stop moving, and he would flop over. He would continue on though, get up, and keep going. Except this time his back legs would move faster than the front legs, and he would jackknife into a sideways position, and be walking forwards, while sideways. Then his legs would flop over again, except his front legs would keep going, so now he was dragging his rear with him. He would happily do this all day, wandering all over the downstairs part of our house. As he got older, and stronger, he gained more control over his body. Eventually he was able to start hopping around. Nothing quite as funny as seeing a small, crippled cat hobble toward you, and then suddenly POW jump like fifteen inches into the air and two feet forward, and tackle whatever bit of lint that had been the subject of his ire.

Well, Mr. Glass gradually got stronger, but he was still very small for his age, and when not in the house would always hide out in the barn. Then one day, he never appeared in the morning to be taken into the house. We were all sad for a while, he had been a nice kitty.

But something funny started happening. Pirate began sneaking into the house every time the door was open. He had never done this while Mr. Glass had been around, but ever since Mr. Glass vanished he has constantly been sneaking into the house.

It is our theory that Pirate murdered Mr. Glass, and tried to substitute himself as a replacement. I mean, they're both black, he must have thought it the perfect plan. Except Pirate is about four times the size of Mr. Glass, has perfect control of all his body parts except his right eye which is cross-eyed and has a cataract (thus his name).

I would have said that The Teenage Ninja Cat killed Mr. Glass, but Ninja Cat is a 'fraidy cat, and hates coming in the house. White cat could have done it, but White Cat has not been around for a while. Mother Cat ... nah, she took care of Mr. Glass for months, I don't think she would have killed her own kid after all that work. Scooter, my Dalmatian mutt may have done it, except she has a history of being nice to little kitties. Elfie, the Shetland may have done it, except she hates cats enough that she ignores them totally. Mabel, the .. I forget what breed hse is but she's friggen huge, could have done it, she liked using Mr. Glass and Pirate for chew-toys, except she's been pretty good about that lately. She's too dumb to hide the body too, she would have put it on the porch, or something.

So, quite obviously, Pirate murdered Mr. Glass in cold blood, hid the body, and then tried to substitute himself for Mr. Glass. But, since there's no proof, we won't accuse him.

Besides, Pirate is a really cool cat. And he likes me.

You need to make an MS Paint version of Pirate doing in Mr. Glass.

ph33r.

I'll admit I never actually read the post.

It's the little star on the edge of the blade that does it for me. I mean, you know it's sharp when there's a star on the edge of the blade ^_^

I've only had a basset hound dog and a few stray cats. Other than pissing on a neighbor's leg one day when I was walking him and came up to say hey when I was passing by her, I can't really think of any funny stories.