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“Visitors to Mildred’s Temple Kitchen, a restaurant in Toronto, Canada, are invited to spice up their love life this Valentine’s Day with a trip to the bathroom.”
Posted by: bxgrl at February 4, 2010 1:41 PM
I’d love to hear the customer’s ordering at that restaurant;
“…yeah, I’ll have the Danish butter and she’ll have the brattworst…in the bathroom.”
I will say, the one good(if you can call it that) thing about furballs is that there’s no real puke that comes with it. It just looks like a wet section of dreadlock has been hacked up. So at least they don’t stain your carpets.
Donatella I just LOVE those names. I know what you mean. My old guy tries his best but he can’t tolerate a lot of food anymore and god forbid he eats any dry food from the others it comes right back up. I have to give him tablespoons at a time throughout the day until he gets at least a full can in him. He’s just lucky I’m home these days I dread to think what would have happened if I hadn’t been.
Maybe they’re lucky enough to pass them? I have 5 and of them 3 do it pretty regularly the other two I’ve never seen do it and they are constant cleaners as well.
“”””Well…What else did we find in the baskets besides the sheets? probably 10-12 cat toys had been horded into one of them and in the other? Fur balls, TONS!””””
Ew. That’s what cats DO. That’s their job. I had two cats — I loved them, I truly did, especially Aldo, the most gorgeous white, sleek, hip, atheletic, aristocrat when he was young — but they were so high maintenance — barfing, shedding, and then when they got old — oh God, I wished I could find a Senior Citizens Center for them both. Aldo was blind, Pippie was deaf, they were senile, a total mess. Aldo lived till 20 and Pippie till 18. I loved them but in their golden years, they were gross.
Could be the kind of fur they have or that you let them eat grass or their food has enough roughage that the hair passes through. My guys rarely give me fur balls.
THL & bxgrl, we’re on our second set of 2 cats now (I believe you’ve seen the flikr pics of them). Never, and I mean never have we ever had any of them cough up a fur ball. They lick themselves and each other (no rewrites) constantly but there are never fur balls coughed up.
“Visitors to Mildred’s Temple Kitchen, a restaurant in Toronto, Canada, are invited to spice up their love life this Valentine’s Day with a trip to the bathroom.”
Posted by: bxgrl at February 4, 2010 1:41 PM
I’d love to hear the customer’s ordering at that restaurant;
“…yeah, I’ll have the Danish butter and she’ll have the brattworst…in the bathroom.”
I will say, the one good(if you can call it that) thing about furballs is that there’s no real puke that comes with it. It just looks like a wet section of dreadlock has been hacked up. So at least they don’t stain your carpets.
Donatella I just LOVE those names. I know what you mean. My old guy tries his best but he can’t tolerate a lot of food anymore and god forbid he eats any dry food from the others it comes right back up. I have to give him tablespoons at a time throughout the day until he gets at least a full can in him. He’s just lucky I’m home these days I dread to think what would have happened if I hadn’t been.
“I’d hate to hear the complaining you do about having sex.”
um, we don’t use butter.
Posted by: Expert Textpert at February 4, 2010 1:33 PM
…uhh apparently you never saw Last Tango In Paris.
Marlon Brando turns Parkay into a 4 letter word.
I collected all the boys’ mouse toys to do my xmas card this year – 42!
Maybe they’re lucky enough to pass them? I have 5 and of them 3 do it pretty regularly the other two I’ve never seen do it and they are constant cleaners as well.
“”””Well…What else did we find in the baskets besides the sheets? probably 10-12 cat toys had been horded into one of them and in the other? Fur balls, TONS!””””
Ew. That’s what cats DO. That’s their job. I had two cats — I loved them, I truly did, especially Aldo, the most gorgeous white, sleek, hip, atheletic, aristocrat when he was young — but they were so high maintenance — barfing, shedding, and then when they got old — oh God, I wished I could find a Senior Citizens Center for them both. Aldo was blind, Pippie was deaf, they were senile, a total mess. Aldo lived till 20 and Pippie till 18. I loved them but in their golden years, they were gross.
Could be the kind of fur they have or that you let them eat grass or their food has enough roughage that the hair passes through. My guys rarely give me fur balls.
THL & bxgrl, we’re on our second set of 2 cats now (I believe you’ve seen the flikr pics of them). Never, and I mean never have we ever had any of them cough up a fur ball. They lick themselves and each other (no rewrites) constantly but there are never fur balls coughed up.
Why do you think that is?
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