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Friday Non-Cat Blogging

2007-04-19T08:54:12Z

I can't really engage in Friday Cat-Blogging because the only cat around lives with the folks on the corner; he checks out the songbird menu through the fence, casts a jaundiced eye at the scruples jaundicely eyeing *him*, then splits.

I can't follow Maggie's innovative, cutting-edge lead on Friday Colon-Blogging; since I've never given a bunch of barflies a vertical smile, I just don't have the streetside plate glass window cred. I could probably get away with Friday Semi-Colon Blogging, though, since I've already used two of 'em.

But that wouldn't blow the bandwidth budget out the back door.

Soooo, I'll do a little Friday Non-Cat-Critter-But-Acts-Like-a-Cat-Blogging.

Meet Gaby, the newest scruple. A baby Tasmanian devil.

Ummmm -- okay, she's actually an Australian shepherd pup. But this is one of the few pix I got that doesn't show just a brown-tan-white blur. As far as acting like a cat goes, three seconds after I caught her tugging on the vegetation, she pounced my toes, popped a foot into the air, grabbed my leg with all four paws and started climbing.

Got to my knee and just hung there like Were-Kitty on the only pole in three states.

Or the only Pole in Eastern Europe.

More later. She just woke up and wants to see if twigs taste any different after dark...

Comment from WereKitten on 2007-04-20

2007-04-21T02:00:49Z

*wink* if you're ever looking for me, Sandman... just look up. I'm the one with the faaaaabulously sleek fur coat, swinging from my chandelier, sipping a raspberry margarita, waiting my turn on the pole. lick...lick... lick....

Comment from BillT on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T22:52:02Z

Spiders? Cute wittew oney-harm-a-fly *spiders*?!? Heh. You definitely don't wanna hear about my crawl-space encounter with the overly-territorial black widow last year...

Comment from sandman6actual on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T20:01:41Z

First things first: WereKitty: All I can say to that is "Here, kitty kitty, kitty......" John: I didn't realize I was setting you up so well, but thanks for the laugh, I needed it. Bill: You're right. The onliest thing this Marine is scared of is spiders. Creepy little 8-legged monstrosities that always seem to sneak up on you at the most inopportune times.....(*shudders*)

Comment from WereKitten on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T18:44:57Z

Marines aren't afraid of cats. That's just because they haven't met *this* kitten. *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Comment from BillT on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T13:39:25Z

...scared to death of cats, and dumber than a box of hammers. Naw. Marines aren't afraid of cats. Usually. As a general rule. Most of the time, anyway. Ummmm -- I think a Marine told me that...

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T12:13:54Z

Heh. All of Sandman's critters sound like "selection in own image" for a Marine household... Dude, you simply *cannot* give us setups like that. I mean, c'mon, what about this: Boomer: 1 year old, 105 lbs (*not fat, all muscle, I might add*), half Mastiff, half American Staffordshire Terrier, scared to death of cats, and dumber than a box of hammers. My dog. Dusty: 8-year old gray cockatiel, meaner than a cornered snake, and can swear fluently in 4 languages. My bird. ...doesn't just conjure up the image of a... Marine?

Comment from sandman6actual on 2007-04-20

2007-04-20T05:13:56Z

Hopefuly your (*adorable*) little puppy doesn't turn out like mine did. Boomer: 1 year old, 105 lbs (*not fat, all muscle, I might add*), half Mastiff, half American Staffordshire Terrier, scared to death of cats, and dumber than a box of hammers. My dog. Pepper: 7 year old black cocker spaniel, does nothing more than leave black fuzzballs all around the house and on the furniture. Spoiled COMPLETELY rotten. The "boss's" dog. Sam: Long-haired persian cat, gold in color, with gold eyes. Sheds EVERYWHERE. Makes disgusting noises in middle of night. Feels the urge to crawl across my head to get to his preferred sleeping spot, between the pillows on the bed. Believes that he owns the house and permits us to reside there. Spoiled completely rotten. The "boss's" cat. Dusty: 8-year old gray cockatiel, meaner than a cornered snake, and can swear fluently in 4 languages. My bird. In her defense, I DID tell the boss I wanted a big, dumb dog.....be careful what you wish for, LOL...

Comment from Cricket on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T20:50:23Z

That second pic...I am in love. Lost my heart to a wee girlie dog. Some day.

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T20:21:42Z

Oh, heaven forfend, Murray. You wouldn't be you!

Comment from Murray on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T19:30:44Z

What you want me to start making sense NOW?

Comment from FbL on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T18:14:55Z

"Pssst -- Gaaaaaa-byyyyy! Don't chew on the plant or I'll make a fuzzy mouse pad out of you, cutie..." That linked picture of her is even more adorable! What a beautiful puppy!

Comment from AFSister on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T17:06:36Z

SB, if I ever do get a dog, you'll have to come visit as my Dog Whisperer. I have *no* luck with them.

Comment from BillT on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T16:22:01Z

Cricket - She's already been whispered: "Pssst -- Gaaaaaa-byyyyy! Don't chew on the plant or I'll make a fuzzy mouse pad out of you, cutie..." Hiya, Sis! A Border Collie will definitely demonstrate the fine art of Herding Cats -- after the Collective observes the first couple of malcontents become squeaky-toys, they'll get with the program. Two Pekes from around the block tunneled under their pen and came visiting a month ago; Jake had them both back home within five minutes -- first time he'd ever herded other dogs and he had a blast. All the scruples are high-energy types except for Scout. But as the 115-pound Alpha, *nobody* over the age of two gets any slack. Scout's *quick* for a big gurl. Relax, Barb -- only part of fettucine carbonara that actually gets barbecued is the bacon.

Comment from AFSister on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T15:02:55Z

Keith wants a Border Collie. Now I just have to convince the Cat Collective that Dogs are not always enemies worthy of the full furball terrorist act they usually hand out to pooches.

Comment from Barb on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T15:00:46Z

Awww - she's a cute little imp. Welcome to the pack, Gaby! Aussie Shepherds are fun dogs - but definitely high-energy. She'll keep the scruple pack on its toes :-) Hmm - fettucine carbonara sounds good, although how you barbecue it, I'm not sure.

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T14:59:36Z

A four-wheeled boom-box came Corzining down our street Monday afternoon A new entry for the Urban Dictionary.

Comment from Cricket on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T14:46:07Z

I love puppies. I love dogs. Gaby is going to be wonderful once she knows you will whisper sweet nothings to her.

Comment from BillT on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T14:38:36Z

Jake is a Border Collie / Staffordshire Terrier (okay, okay -- Pit Bull) mix, Scout's a Samoyed / Black Lab mix, Muffy the Maleficent is an Eye-talian Bichon and Gaby's a purebred Ozzie. A four-wheeled boom-box came Corzining down our street Monday afternoon, saw me and the entourage down the block, promptly banged a U-turn and exited the 'hood postehaste. When we take over the rest of the world, we'll fetch everybody over for barbecued fettucine carbonara...

Comment from Pogue on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T14:17:58Z

We have a border collie/australian shepard mix (Fly) and a pure border collie (Whiskey). Don't worry, they calm down in about 15 years... Be prepared for repeated attempts to take over the world from her.

Comment from Were-Kitty on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T14:03:06Z

*sniff* I've been replaced.... BY A POLE-DANCING DOG. *sniff* Well, I suppose the doghouse at Chez Bill is a more fitting place for a dog to live than a feminine feline, but still! *sniff* I've been replaced! (Gaby is abso-frikkin adorable, SugarButtons!)

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T12:41:52Z

Murray woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning, eh?

Comment from FbL on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T12:16:00Z

Gaby may be just about the cutest puppy I've ever seen! I can't wait to hear more about her. :)

Comment from Murray on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T12:09:18Z

A boarder collie has gotten involved in that mix by the look of it. Probably some damn Kiwi dog over for the shearing. Bastard Kiwis will get in everywhere. Hey SezaGeoff if your so damn hot at taking over the world you want to come and take over this frikken great tit shaped building we have in Wellington? Do what you like with the current tenants, we're sure as hell done with them.

Comment from Maggie on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T11:58:38Z

That's quite the non-sequitur........me and a cute puppy. Two things that just don't go together.

Comment from SezaGeoff on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T10:59:21Z

Us Aussies are taking over the world! Pity you couldn't get a Tassie Devil, it makes the toughest dog in the street!

Comment from BillT on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T10:29:39Z

Friday Non-Cat Blogging: It's *not* just for Fridays anymore...

Comment from ry on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T09:13:43Z

But it's only Thursday, Chief. Sheesh. Take him out of his heloflopter and he forgets what day of the week it is. ;>)-

Comment from Justthisguy on 2007-04-19

2007-04-19T06:56:45Z

Awww! Cute ki- er, puppy! Yeah, puppy, that's right!