We're the Military and Airpower Guys of Jonah Goldberg of National Review Online + a stray we found wandering around looking lost. All original material JHD, BHD, JR, WT, and KA 2003-2007 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html Sun, 03 Aug 2008 15:58:16 Z Movable Type 4.12 en Copyright 2008 http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification And as proof, I offer this from My-Sister-the-Forest-Ranger, who dwells in -- ahem -- Tucson. DOG DIARY 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00... http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:50:30 -0600 "My Sibs Are As Odd As I Am" They claim you. 'Nuff said. *snicker* *skipping away through the trees and breeze* 0>;~}]]> http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-72007 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-72007 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 21:13:19 -0600 There is one last paragraph which isn't in your version, "The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe... for now." http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-72001 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-72001 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 16:06:24 -0600 ...she searches until she finds a sock and then takes it and places it over the offending pile... Ah. So *that* explains why you're not wearing them.]]> http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71970 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71970 Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:49:08 -0600 TRias, I learned it as: Dogs have masters. Cats have servants. I would own a dog. Dogs go hunting with you and fishing with you, and catch frisbees and balls. Cats seems to just sort of lay around and leer at you. I mean, seriously... what's a cat supposed to do on it's day off? It can't lay around the house, 'cause that's it's job... :) http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71965 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71965 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:12:46 -0600 So cats live in the 'The Prisoner' http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71963 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71963 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:56:16 -0600 "Dogs have owners, Cats have staff." I like that one. http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71959 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71959 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:29:03 -0600 Having had many dogs and having to put up with a number of cats it is my understanding that: Dogs have owners, Cats have staff. Oh well. http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71957 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71957 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 16:08:56 -0600 Little Orphan Annie has a neatness fetish. When she discovers one of her tribe has made a boo-boo, whether barf or out the other end, she searches until she finds a sock and then takes it and places it over the offending pile... http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71949 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71949 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:21:35 -0600 LOL- I'll remember that, John. Kat- Are you sure your cat and my cats haven't been talking? If the litter box isn't clean enough, mine go in, turn around, stick their butts out of the box, and then do their business! And THEN... they cover it up with the bathroom rug. Claire is also insanely jealous of my keyboard for some reason. I guess she figures that if my fingers are doing some walking, they should be walking down her back and chin instead of the keyboard. http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71946 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71946 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:00:27 -0600 Uuggh.. I nearly forgot how one of the little hair balls barfed on my bed the other night. Just as I was dozing off to sleep, I heard this horrendous wretching sound and the cat stood up at the end of the bed. I couldn't find it with my feet to push it off before the inevitable, so there I was, trying to search for the light, not put my foot in cat barf, change the sheets (only to discover the cat had barfed on the floor as well) and go back to bed to get the usual six hours sleep. At which point, trying to make it up to me, the cat walked up the bed, walked across my chest, stuck its tail in my face before curling up on the other side. Then again, I don't think that was "making it up to me" so much as giving me an Obamaesque "thanks for doing your job, lowly human". http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71943 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71943 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 13:12:31 -0600 Heh. Are not. Yeah, they do barf a lot, but other than that, and constantly trying to smother me by sitting on my chest, they're a pretty lovable group... http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71940 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71940 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:23:49 -0600 That's my cats. I think they have tried to kill me at least five times this week. When I go into the kitchen, they walk with me, sit by their bowls, even if the bowls have food in them, and stare at me while I get a drink or whatever out of the fridge. Everyday, I have to fight them for the door. I am convinced the only reason they come back when they do get out is because the neighbors have dogs all around us and they are too afraid to leave the yard. I am also certain that they put the rug in the backroom in their litter box and poop on it for the same reasons. Cats are evil. http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71939 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71939 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:21:11 -0600 'Ritas - nekkid with 'ritas, on the rocks with salt. http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71935 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71935 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:01:20 -0600 grinning... ear to ear... that's awesome. Kinda like that ol' "men: how to please your woman" list, finished off with "women: how to please your man: show up nekkid with cold beer" http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71931 http://www.thedonovan.com/archives/2008/04/my_sibs_are_as.html#comment-71931 Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:13:21 -0600