When you want to send a flower basket they’ll never forget, send the FTD Kozy Kitty Bouquet: A delightful arrangement of seasonal blooms, topped with a bored cat. You can specify the type of cat: Marmie, Calico, Grumbie, Cheshire, and Bob.
Not too sure about Bob, Murray C.
Is he hiding from the dog?
Maybe! I was just about to ask did anyone else notice the great dane photobombing (videobombing??) in the background. Too funny either way.
Naw, he’s not hiding from the dog. He’s just doing what cats do, choose the worst, most uncomfortable, most inappropriate, weirdest place to have a nap. ???
Oh, that Bob!
Nobody promised cat that life would be a bed of roses. But a bed of artificial flowers seems close. Good score cat!
Anybody remember the tasteless kid jokes such as ‘What do you call a man with no arms or legs in a pile of leaves?…Russell” or in the water? Bob’ Yes, ahem pre-teen classics.. Well, for this situation I come up, offer ‘Bud.’
?Excellent. And, yes, I do remember that genre – I love genre jokes, like Tom Swifties and the “What’s the difference between, etc. etc.” My favorite of those is “What’s the difference between a draft horse and a military charger?” “The military charger darts into the fray.”
Ow! Murray! Choking on Smarties hurts! Even more when you laugh one out the nose!
Any more of those “differences ” jokes?
Oh, dear, I think the others are a bit “blue” – don’t want to take us down the smutty path.? But the concept of a Smartie coming out one’s nose is muy interesting!
Murray C. 😀 Of course, I want to hear the blue jokes… *sigh* *always that. one. in the crowd*
There’s a 92 year old woman who comes to the Y – in the past she has taken my deep water class – but she always comes armed with very naughty jokes, usually involving The Old Age Home. For her 92nd birthday she was taken to a local bar on Open Mike Night and, by gum, she regaled them with a couple of jokes – one clean, one dirty she told me proudly. As long as they’re truly witty, I love a dirty joke from time to time.
Well, folks, on another subject, tomorrow is my surgery, have to be at the surgicenter at 8am. And this week has been less than wonderful. First, I discovered that our cat – who HATES to be constrained/restrained in any way – did let me look at her feet momentarily and I discovered that her nails were growing into her pads. I managed to get two of them nipped and a friend came the next day to help me finish the job but all I got for my efforts was a horrible clawing resulting in a hematoma on the back of my hand – she hit an artery. She ended up at the vet which worked out fine. Then I noticed that my dear little Clementine had a cloudy eye and I surmised that she must have a cataract but tonight I realized that her eyeball is actually swollen and we can’t really do anything until Friday since my husband has to be with me – in New Jersey! – during my procedure. I’m sort of a wreck. I’m afraid she might lose her eye. Well, it takes my mind off of me, I suppose, but that’s not really helpful.
Anyhow, I may not get to visit Cutetropolis right away but it’ll be my first stop when I get back into the swim. Night All!
Good luck! Keeping my fingers crossed for you (and Clementine).
I hope things go well for you! I will be thinking about you. (Hope the cats are ok too.)
Oh geez Murray C. thinking of you and I am hoping Clementine will be ok. Godspeed to all of you!
I hope everything goes well for you and kitty too. Bad kitty, no touchy the artery!
Best wishes for all cats and humans. Life bunches up sometimes. For bad. For good. For better.
Le mot de Cambrone to you and Clementine!
(It’s a French expression to wish someone luck, it like break a leg in the theatre)
Best wishes, Mutrray! Crossing my fingers and sending comforting thoughts your way.
Best wishes for a successful surgery and a speedy recovery!
Blimey O’Reilly, Murray, that is WAY too much on your plate at one time. Very best wishes for a speedy, successful, and as painless as possible an outcome for you and kitties.
Murray, we’ll miss you while you’re away. Stay safe, heal quickly, and come back to us soon. Also best wishes for the felines.
Good luck and best wishes for a successful surgery! We’ll be here waiting for you.
Murray, that’s a lot to handle at one time, warm thoughts to you and the kitties and your husband. Best wishes for a speedy recovery to you and Clementine.
By this time, I imagine you’re out of surgery. I hope it went well and you’re blissed out on meds. Get well soon!
Duckie, Canadian Smarties or American Smarties? I suppose it doesn’t matter, either one would hurt if you laugh it out your nose!
(Canadian Smarties = American M&Ms; American Smarties = Canadian Rockets)
On topic: it is amazing the places that cats find comfortable for sleeping.
Clancy, my old, sweetheart, giant, monster kitty, who is now deceased (age 17 a few years back) was this big black and white galoot (who packed a heck of whap boxing my ears such that I would see both stars and birds) LOVED, LOVED flowers and ferns.
He would nestle his big mug right into bouquets sniffing and chewing. Even when the display looked intact we could tell he was loving them as he would walk by, all dum-de-dum-wasn’t-me-nope as his fuzzy face was all covered in pollen.
I would hear the bathroom door creak open and know he was in their admiring ‘Lafern’ the giant fern situated in there. My talking expression for him at these times said in seafarer voice as he was from Nova Scotia was “Ahhhh Lafern, you are a thing of beauty.”
Such a good story! Clancy sounds magnificent.
Good Morning and thanks Faye! He was something, I miss him.
A few years ago I had a beloved marmie girl, Sandy, who LOVED eating dried and preserved flowers – I tried a few times to make my own arrangements, but whenever I brought home a bunch of flowers and leaves, I would find her in the bag munching away. She behaved as if the flowers were coated in catnip – perhaps the chemicals used to dry them contained a similar compound. Had to give up the dried flowers for fear she would get sick. At least Bob just nestles in the artificial flowers, is not trying to have a snack. Cats…. crazy and fascinating creatures!! 😀
A year or so ago, a good family friend died. He and my mom had once been caught rustling cattail reeds from the local lake, a story which looms large in our family mythology. So for the memorial, mom wanted to send a bouquet with cattails as kind of an inside joke. Unfortunately, the directions got lost in translation and the nice foreign-born florist sent a large funeral bouquet decorated with laminated cutouts of cats, leaving everyone wondering who on earth and why anyone would send such a thing to a memorial…
LOL, that is hysterical! 😀