So, I climb on the scoot to run to the bank and go to put on my helmet, which, because I have a car port, I often leave hanging off the handlebars and...

There's feathers ALL OVER the place! In my helmet! On my bike! Blood! Guts! CAT PAW MARKS on my tank! MY TANK!!!!! And, the piece de resistance, a pigeon sausage goo blob the little bastard yacked up under the tires.

Now, normally, I'd just laugh this off but, I'm sorry. This is just too much!

It wasn't Moosie. The perp is a dead cat. :tap:

It wasn't Moosie. The perp is a dead cat. :tap:

Some dead cat ate a pigeon and harked it back up all over your bike? :confused:

Some dead cat ate a pigeon and harked it back up all over your bike? :confused:

It was under his tire... he didn't check for clearance before he took off and....SPLATTER.... now he wants to blame the poor cat.

It was under his tire... he didn't check for clearance before he took off and....SPLATTER.... now he wants to blame the poor cat.In his helmet too!! :yikes:

In his helmet too!! :yikes:

Okay... I just went and re-read it and now I see how he can blame that dayum cat...:lol:

One of mine most certainly got the memo because the front porch was littered with feathers this morning. I was in a rush so I didn't look for a body.

Okay... I just went and re-read it and now I see how he can blame that dayum cat...:lol:

Thank you.

Now, where's my garrote? it's around here somewhere...

One of mine most certainly got the memo because the front porch was littered with feathers this morning. I was in a rush so I didn't look for a body.

Seen the cat today? Look like he's been on a trip recently??? Sporting any "I Love Fredneck" tats or bumper stickers??? :tap:

My girls are back to whining at the door to go in or out every 5 seconds. I explained to them that they lost their in-and-out privs due to their unpleasant behavior and that they were just going to have to suck it. Then I threw them all outside and have been ignoring their pathetic meowing and throwing themselves against the glass door for the last two hours.

:evil:

Now, where's my garrote? it's around here somewhere...

Look in your underwear drawer.

Some dead cat ate a pigeon and harked it back up all over your bike? :confused:

Pet Sematary.

So, I climb on the scoot to run to the bank and go to put on my helmet, which, because I have a car port, I often leave hanging off the handlebars and...

There's feathers ALL OVER the place! In my helmet! On my bike! Blood! Guts! CAT PAW MARKS on my tank! MY TANK!!!!! And, the piece de resistance, a pigeon sausage goo blob the little bastard yacked up under the tires.

Now, normally, I'd just laugh this off but, I'm sorry. This is just too much!

It wasn't Moosie. The perp is a dead cat. :tap:

And you say you had no lunch? The cat provided, guy!:killingme

Thank you.

Now, where's my garrote? it's around here somewhere...

Check where you keep the newspaper and the dead fish

And you say you had no lunch? The cat provided, guy!No no, this can not be! Cats are socialists - nay, fascists, and are instinctually programmed to only take and never give. If the cat was giving anything, it was a warning to say, "See this bird? He pissed me off. You better not ever piss me off."


Or so I've been told. :coffee:

My girls are back to whining at the door to go in or out every 5 seconds. I explained to them that they lost their in-and-out privs due to their unpleasant behavior and that they were just going to have to suck it. Then I threw them all outside and have been ignoring their pathetic meowing and throwing themselves against the glass door for the last two hours.

:evil:

Bad Mommy!!! :frown:

And you say you had no lunch? The cat provided, guy!:killingme

:roflmao: