Often, when I'm writing on the computer, my wife's tomcat would come up
and start circling and rubbing my legs. If I petted him, he'd just
continue; if I ignored him, he'd sometimes start urinating. What I
wanted, OTOH, was to get him to stop and go away, but without hurting
or scaring him.
One day, I had a bright idea: As soon as he started, I got up, went to
the kitchen, and put food in his dish. That worked like a charm; he
followed me out, and stayed there while I returned to my writing. So
I've been doing it since.
I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
cat had trained me.
mikegordge@xtra.co.nz - 22 Jan 2007 13:36 GMT
> I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
> cat had trained me.
Yor wife is smarter than you deserve.
MG
George Dance - 22 Jan 2007 13:44 GMT
> > I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
> > cat had trained me.
>
> Yor wife is smarter than you deserve.
Mike, it wasn't my *wife* rubbing my legs and trying to urinate on the
wall; it was her *cat.*
EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) - 22 Jan 2007 19:54 GMT
>>>I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
>>>cat had trained me.
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> Mike, it wasn't my *wife* rubbing my legs and trying to urinate on the
> wall; it was her *cat.*
I suspect what he meant was that your wife no longer has to
feed "her" cat, because YOU do! ;-)
George Dance - 23 Jan 2007 15:46 GMT
> >>>I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
> >>>cat had trained me.
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> I suspect what he meant was that your wife no longer has to
> feed "her" cat, because YOU do! ;-)
That makes sense; though it's not really correct. For some reason, the
cats in our family (none of them "mine") have always decided to
appoint me the Feeder of Cats. Hmmm ... maybe there is some collusion
between them and my wife that I don't know about. 8\
Tim - 22 Jan 2007 14:45 GMT
>> I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
>> cat had trained me.
>
> Yor wife is smarter than you deserve.
>
> MG
Too bad you can't claim the same; mind you you get what you deserve.
mikegordge@xtra.co.nz - 22 Jan 2007 21:36 GMT
> Too bad you..
At least I was allowed a wife and of course with Tim being a name
mostly used for the sprogs of catholics then one is safe to assume you
are not married and most certainly therefore one understands you not
wanting to mention again your recently confessed "1 inch boyhood"
fetish and so have gone back to this, get help Tim I suspect the police
are closing in fast.
EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) - 23 Jan 2007 17:28 GMT
>>Too bad you..
>
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> fetish and so have gone back to this, get help Tim I suspect the police
> are closing in fast.
Sigh! (P-L-O-N-K)
George Dance - 24 Jan 2007 20:31 GMT
On Jan 23, 12:28 pm, "EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)"
<evgm...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> Sigh! (P-L-O-N-K)
I'm sorry that Mike and Tim followed me over from alt.philosophy. At
least they didn't get into the normal obscenities. I removed a.p from
the headers.
"Hey, mom, they followed me home. Can I--?"
"No, son, you cannot keep them!"
"No, I was going to say: Can I ever get rid of them?"
Christina Websell - 23 Jan 2007 19:10 GMT
> One day, I had a bright idea: As soon as he started, I got up, went to
> the kitchen, and put food in his dish. That worked like a charm; he
[quoted text clipped - 3 lines]
> I was quite proud of my solution, for a week. Then I realized that the
> cat had trained me.
LOL! Yep, that's what they do and you hardly know it.
Tweed