I used to have a cat that loved to ride in our car. He would even hang his head out the window like a dog. That, and the fact that he weighed 20 lbs (and was not a fat cat) got him a lot of stares

My brother's family used to include a smoke coloured cat by the name of Frank. My dog, my mum's dog and the puppy my brother brought in to Frank's domain, were all completely terrorized by Frank.

On one memorable occasion, Dante (mum's dog, Pilau's bro) came howling out of the living room with Frank hissing behind him. Dan was about 13 weeks old at the time, he was so frightened he was actually shitting as he ran...

Frank also had a penchant for riding my brother's Rhodesian Ridgeback, once it had grown-up. Nothng like a fatdog running round the house trying to dislodge a screeching cat...

Of course, outside the house he was a cat that got chased...by the dogs he had quite effectively trained to be wary of cats :P

It's not making me unhappy, but just an update.
No sight not sound nor sign of Diz anywhere last night. I searched the whole flat. He hadn't even touched the ham I left temptingly on the bathroom steps.

I convinced myself he had died of fright somewhere under the floorboards.
Then about 04.00 this morning I had the pat pat pat of Diz trying to removed my eye-mask. I made a sleepy fuss of him and we snuggled til the morning, when I overslept and was woken by Martin the owner who is covering while John is away. He's intensely Irish, about 70, foul mouthes, pessimistic and deaf as a post (when he wants to be).

So there I was, naked, legs akimbo, and Martin is halfway into the room saying, "Bejesus, whit taime de ye hev ta be at work? Ye'll be fecking late so ye will" etc etc, all the time sneaking a peek at my norks and lady garden!

Anyway, the upshot is Diz was in hiding again when I got up, but at least I know he's okay. And at least I'm not working with Martin tonight!

Sundae, you are, as always, a gem of a storyteller. that out of the way, I am soooooooo glad you've Diz back...I was worried there.

And you're so lucky---getting told off my an old Irishman. What a treat! :) Reminds me of my grandpap...

I have a cowboy hat the size of a grape which is causing me pain all the time. Never had one before.

(you know what I'm talking about)

Holy cats woman you are flexible!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akimbo

From the same article:
I wasn't merely bent, I was splayed (short for displayed I fear)

haha I pictured your legs bent up around your waist!

I love you Sundae! Norks and lady garden? I LMAO!

The dentist's receptionist/assistant/office manager called me yesterday.

"Hello MrV, I'm just calling to remind you of your appointment tomorrow."

"When are you going to stop calling me!?"

"hahaha... um.."

"Ok. I'll be there. But I'm running out of teeth to drill."

I leave in ten minutes. :groan:

SD-I'm glad Diz is alright, he just needs some time to completely recover.

F3-No I don't know what you're talking bout, prob don't want to know, but I hope it gets better.

BV-I feel for ya, I've gotten to go to the dentist a lot. None of my baby teeth fell out on their own.

Me: I'm kinda melancholic/pensive, I'm missing a good friend who basically disappeared on me about half a month ago. No idea whats going on and I'm full of doubts and worries. He's been on my mind all day. Also my date is postponed 'till next weekend, although not that bad, just more time for me to get nervous about it.

I agree, you are quite the storyteller. Eloquent in the wording, there.
Something inside me pictured Billy Connolly doing this one. :cool:

As well, while I'm at it, that lucky fucker, picking about his eyes on the lady garden. That devil.

I work at one of the big Investmant Banking firms in Manhattan and there have been reporters lined up all around the outside of our building all day long and everytime I step out they keep asking if they can ask me a few questions. When I tell them I have no comment they follow me to my little smoking spot and just start asking away, "what's the general 'feeling' upstairs?", "how do you feel about blah blah blah?", and the crazy part is they got both entrances covered so it's like we're trapped in here.

It's fucking cloudy again.

How are cowboy hats like hemorrhoids?

Sooner or later every asshole gets one!