Chew on This, Lukasiak (Meow)

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The best theory we can come up with is that … cat ownership leads to reduced stress levels which, in turn, lowers the risk of cardiovascular disease” he suggested.

The study also produced another surprising and perplexing result: Dog owners did not have the same level of protection against heart disease as their cat-owning counterparts.

Brrrring it on, testes-felchers. I guess slobbering and knee-humping isn’t as theraputic as it’s cracked up to be. swish, swish.

Your turn, Fido.

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evil cat voodoo

face it CD, cats send out evil emanations that regulate your heartbeat — and they do it solely because they don’t want to lose their meal ticket.

You’re no more than a zombie under the control of malignant feline voodoo, and you don’t even know it!

I’d tell you to suck on it, Fluffy, but I’d have to get your catmasters to order you to do it!

This reminds me of one of

This reminds me of one of the main tenets of belief in the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. That there is a strong inverse correlation between the rise of Global Warming and the decline of Pirates on the High Seas.

Check out the chart just on the right of this link for undisputable proof:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spag…

Someone once said

It’s impossible to listen to a purring cat and feel tense. I’m inclined to agree. Although I can do without the breadmaking when one is on my lap.

Purring Cats Are Relaxing, Hissing Cats OTOH...

Once spent an evening at a friend’s house with her cat sitting on a shelf above the couch staring down at me hissing. Why? Unclear. But it was most definitely not relaxing.

Kittens, OTOH, are adorable, their one draw back is they grow up to be cats.

In the Spirit of Journalistic Accuracy

I don’t think you can felch a testicle.

On Cats...

Nothing better. They get it - and they know when a purr or a nudge is just what you need to help you take a deep breath. My little “Morgan” is not the aloof, plotting, conceited type. Of course, I’ve never met a cat that actually fits that old stereotype.

But for those who still carry them, an old “joke” email in this re:

DOG’s DIARY :

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT’s DIARY :

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ’good little hunter’ I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ’allergies.’ I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.

He is obviously retarded.

The Bill of Rights is a born rebel. It reeks with sedition. In every clause it shakes its fist in the face of constituted authority… . it is the one guaranty of human freedom to the American people. - Frank Irving Cobb

I love that, Shane-oh

And I love cats — even though I understand them; love them despite their faults; nay, love them for their faults.

Oh, and great heart disease data, too, CD. Thanks.

[x] Any (D) in the general. [ ] Any mullah-sucking billionaire-teabagging torture-loving pus-encrusted spawn of Cthulhu, bless his (R) heart.

Shane-O: Oh, that's funny!

Although one of my dogs, an American Eskimo, seems too smart for his own good. I swear that dog is constantly plotting.

Comparing cats to dogs is for the birds

All i can say is: never name your cat after a beautiful woman who killed herself. Just don’t do it.

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