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This entry was posted on Saturday, November 17th, 2018 at 7:56 am and is filed under animal crackers. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
—Mark Twain
The biggest joke on mankind is that computers now ask humans to prove they aren’t robots.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
All I can say is, “Bwahahahahaha!!!!”
Good ones all!
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Reblogged this on Two on a Rant and commented:
All of these are so funny, I had to reblog from https://bluebirdofbitterness.com/2018/11/17/caturday-funnies-41
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Well worth reblogging. 🙂
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Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:
Have a chuckle at these. I still am!
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Most welcome, they made me laugh.
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Ha ha thanks for the laugh. x😻🐾🐾🐾
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Reblogged this on Cage Dunn: Writer, Author, Teller-of-tall-tales and commented:
The spirit of cat …
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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thank you for providing light moments in our lives.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Thanks Chris. 🙂
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Quote of the day:
People who hate cats will come back as mice in their next life. —Faith Resnick
I… have some quibbles with reincarnation schemes generally, but this one in particular would seem to be unhelpful to learning to appreciate felines.
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I’m not into reincarnation myself, and I certainly understand that not everyone shares my enthusiasm for cats. Different strokes for different folks, and all that rot. But when people make nasty remarks about my cats (or about me, for liking them), then I do derive some sadistic pleasure from imagining them reincarnated as mice. Except then I get all conflicted, because I also like mice.
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Warm, fuzzy, cuddly, purring, sweet kittehs.
What’s not to like?
Oh, look how he tosses that still-wiggling rodent around!
Look at her gutting a freshly-killed cardinal!
Dear, sweet buddy Charlie stretches his little paw out to touch me as I walk by, and leaves a scar.
Skritch a belly and suddenly you’re clutching a ball of razor blades and pointy teeth.
Practically speaking, ’round hyar, killing rodents, and killing, or at least alerting us to, intruding spiders, lizards, and snakes (oh, my!), they have a job and they do it pretty well, so we do our part with the catfood, litter box, brushing, and vet visits. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement, but housecats are not entirely domesticated.
BTW, my theological 2¢ on reincarnation, derived after many years of study of the world’s scriptures and theologies and philosophies:
“Many mansions prepared” beats recycled karma.
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I always thought it was “Bluebird of Happiness,” until I saw a bluebird staring at me one day with the same stern look as the ones in your photos. Yikes! Not very happy looking at all! This rather disconcerting face-to-face meeting with the bluebird prompted me to write a short poem called “Bluebird of Consternation.” https://storieswithnobooks.com/2012/10/10/bluebird-of-consternation/ 🙂
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Really funny!
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These are great. I especially like the one where the cat sees himself as a tiger. 😀 — Suzanne
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Some of them really do suffer from delusions of grandeur. 🙂
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Cat treadmill! That’s my favorite.
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Love the treadmill!
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Stop it! That is hilarious! Cheers,H
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Reblogged this on Its good to be crazy Sometimes and commented:
I swear these are my cats when I go out
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😀 😀 😀
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