It seems there's a bit of a conspiracy to keep me from posting on OS.
First my laptop was taken hostage....

Thinking that this little terrorist would tire of these games momentarily, I decided to call his bluff and wait him out.
Oh, he tired alright.


After a tense stand off, Simba agreed to let me post - in return for me allowing him to sleep on my foot. Now I have one cold foot and one warm foot. I need a bigger cat.
(Sorry about the poor quality of the photographs - they're webcam shots)


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Dutch!
I am sitting here with a six week old kitten who thinks she I am her momma. She is so tiny I call her 'Wittle dude'
I can't imagine her sitting on the laptop I hold. I sure she would if I let her.
I like the pics. Flip her over on the cold foot. Or stick both under the cat.
rated for laugher when sorely needed here.
Jeff as you know, Simba likes to play with the keys too vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
Anni, Dutch? I actually had my screen upside down for about an hour the other day until I figured out what I had done to mess it up. I managed that all on my own, though.
Simba is too small to cover both my feet so I'm alternating them. He doesnt even stir when I slide him onto the other foot.
My very spoiled Bianca loves the printer and will race around it trying to find out where the noise is coming from. She rarely tries to get on the computer. My lap is much warmer. Makes it hard reach the computer, though. Aren't kittens adorable when they sleep?
Kisses.
peece, dj
I wish you would have a serious talke with that damn cat,
cuz i am getting a little bit impatient for a natalie b post
that doesnt have to do with that damn big fat . My cat is very small and black and really stays out of my way mostly
unless you count the tiems she grabbs my pen
outta my hand when im writing letters
to the editor of the real salon magazine,
complaining that there isnt enough camille paaglia on it
or maybe get that italina bigmouth
to maybe join os
and take on the real people unless
she is scared...bawk bawk.
The word s of the poet Roomey are best remembered now:
"the dakini goes at midnight unless
the followers of jeez-ass are gonna come
to some agreement on
the very wrong that
showed the faun
she was never a princess
unless she ate the apple
from mr snapple
and trusted him to bring the day
the other way
into the hay...
to say hey! and sleep the sleep
of ladies deep
in the well of forgetfullness..."
"Come alive" jim m. "the end...." jim m.
dylan: "queen jane approximately" on hiway 61
the song of songs in the damn bible.....
jim. xo
Cant you get people to stop taliking about their goshdamn cats? i have had it up to here (my neck is what
i am pointing to) with cats
I happen to have the best and beautifullest and smartest cat ever,
but that isnt what this comment is about. its about cats in general.
and how i am tired of hearing
about them all the time.
I wish people would talk about important things
like: the stock market, and the situation in
russia, and the situation in china
instead of cats. cats, cats, cats. and puppies! well, i dont mind
about puppies so much. i happen to
like puppies,
with chocolate sauce & gravey. ha!
gotcha. i dont eat puppies. jim
My old boss had the wonderful combination of a Siamese cat and a very long glass desk. Foofur would climb up on the desk, tip over the cup of pens and pencils and then--one at a time--send them sliding across the desktop and rocketing into the wall. He would casually flick an entire cup of about twenty pens and then paw the pen out of your hand so that he could send that one flying as well.