Did you count the kitties after you finished packing and make sure that you had as many as then you started? Hate to open a package and have a hungry kitty jump out. And I won’t be back on the Space Coast till Christmas.
October 12, 2017 at 2:23 am
cz93x62
If the cat exists that can stay out of an open box, I have yet to meet it. Nature’s hype artists. Love ’em.
October 12, 2017 at 10:55 am
Gina
My two sure couldn’t stay away – hours of entertainment for them and me 🙂
One of the surest signs that a nation state is about to die is when it imports foreign troops to “protect the citizenry”. They’re really there to protect the government from the citizens.
And once they realize that, they tend to become a worse problem for the government than the citizenry that government wants to oppress.
No need to import the thugs, we already got all of ’em…though the flow is at least temporarily slowed from the flood that would be if our own genocidal matriarch had succeeded in seizing power.
No thanks to any ‘archy that seeks to rule by force regardless of original intent, whether endowed by tab or slot…I’m an equal opportunity h8r of all who would have me bow to them and do their bidding instead of employing them to do mine.
Just leave me the fuck alone in my gratitude to God, solitude from “leaders”, and solace from my birthright and my loved ones.
October 12, 2017 at 10:22 am
Spin Drift
And the capital is going to be Cuckold City with the seat of government at Pegging Square. You’re right, this stuff does write itself.
Spin
I want the concession selling Armored Depends.
War Damn Eagle
OT but just barely as it had its origin right near Chris’ home base, but available for all to see who would and could see…
Coming back from seeing my Mom in Fort Pierce yesterday, my route took me northwest up US 98. About halfway between Okeechobee and my home in Sebring (wide open spaces dotted by cows and wild palms to the horizon) I was watching the giant orange sunset off to the left, edging down out of view behind a distant treeline, and noticed a car ahead slowing and veering onto the shoulder. Figured he too was enjoying the gathering twilight of sundown, if a bit unsafely. But when I passed the family inside was looking the other way, to the right. I looked over and saw a beautiful white contrail arcing across the fading azure blue sky with a tiny bit of rocket fire visible. SpaceX had launched a sat, and I learned later had engineered a safe landing of the booster on a barge offshore.
Fireballs of promise to the left and to the right, the former show put on by God as he fulfills his promise to this world, and the latter by private industry as it provides a glimpse of the promise that awaits in another world…maybe.
Anyway, as we ponder our fate of freedom or dominance or war or annihilation, you gotta take your inspiration where you find it these days.
October 12, 2017 at 12:20 pm
Barbara Skolaut
“qualified kitties” Awwwwwwwwww. 🙂
October 12, 2017 at 1:43 pm
NotYetInACamp
Some tickets punched by cat fangs and claws. No extra charge for customization and artistic kitty uniqueness, including higher collector values. Qualified kitties are needed everywhere.
October 12, 2017 at 9:09 pm
Delilah T.
Awwwww! Tabby cats are Da Bomb! And they know it, too. Tabbies, torties, solid blacks – smartest and best ever.
My Lillybean (prettiest car I’ve ever seen) had her own song and could speak English. “ninner” was her favorite word. Wandered in out of the rain and stayed until the day she passed. I miss her.
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OK, I’ll say it.
You’d get a better response with pussies.
Did you count the kitties after you finished packing and make sure that you had as many as then you started? Hate to open a package and have a hungry kitty jump out. And I won’t be back on the Space Coast till Christmas.
If the cat exists that can stay out of an open box, I have yet to meet it. Nature’s hype artists. Love ’em.
My two sure couldn’t stay away – hours of entertainment for them and me 🙂
Wait… Schroedinger… cat…
Ah, so it wasn’t just me who went there…
*…A thin line of matriarchy who rule by importing vast armies of mussulmen…*
Modern-day Mamluks (Mamelukes)… http://www.oxfordbusinessgroup.com/overview/warrior-kings-look-history-mamluks
One of the surest signs that a nation state is about to die is when it imports foreign troops to “protect the citizenry”. They’re really there to protect the government from the citizens.
And once they realize that, they tend to become a worse problem for the government than the citizenry that government wants to oppress.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sack_of_Rome_(410)
clear ether
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Well at least the little blue helmets make for easy ID, or the very poor local language skills.
see also Mike Duncan’s thoughts (20:00-22:25)… http://hwcdn.libsyn.com/p/6/7/0/670950d0c10d82a7/179-_The_End.mp3?c_id=4511626&expiration=1507882514&hwt=af58c3b23b43d0e87b1661be640b9c62
I tawt I taw a puddy tat!
All goods medically certified by CAT scan.
Black……white…….is this a chess match?
Interesting. Let’s see where this goes.
Love the cat photos.
So we’re headed for a Techriarchy or would it be Mechriarchy?
Thank Goodness for qualified kitties! Where would we be without them?
Forecast for the Day:
Clearing, with occasional kitties.
*SQUEE*
Kitties! You have a cat. A big cat. Around 15 pounds? Name please 🙂
It’s the shipper’s cat-copycat.
Copycat has great taste in reading material.
If those are the men you’re importing to be the military/security force, then a matriarchy is not going to last very long at all
No need to import the thugs, we already got all of ’em…though the flow is at least temporarily slowed from the flood that would be if our own genocidal matriarch had succeeded in seizing power.
No thanks to any ‘archy that seeks to rule by force regardless of original intent, whether endowed by tab or slot…I’m an equal opportunity h8r of all who would have me bow to them and do their bidding instead of employing them to do mine.
Just leave me the fuck alone in my gratitude to God, solitude from “leaders”, and solace from my birthright and my loved ones.
And the capital is going to be Cuckold City with the seat of government at Pegging Square. You’re right, this stuff does write itself.
Spin
I want the concession selling Armored Depends.
War Damn Eagle
OT but just barely as it had its origin right near Chris’ home base, but available for all to see who would and could see…
Coming back from seeing my Mom in Fort Pierce yesterday, my route took me northwest up US 98. About halfway between Okeechobee and my home in Sebring (wide open spaces dotted by cows and wild palms to the horizon) I was watching the giant orange sunset off to the left, edging down out of view behind a distant treeline, and noticed a car ahead slowing and veering onto the shoulder. Figured he too was enjoying the gathering twilight of sundown, if a bit unsafely. But when I passed the family inside was looking the other way, to the right. I looked over and saw a beautiful white contrail arcing across the fading azure blue sky with a tiny bit of rocket fire visible. SpaceX had launched a sat, and I learned later had engineered a safe landing of the booster on a barge offshore.
Fireballs of promise to the left and to the right, the former show put on by God as he fulfills his promise to this world, and the latter by private industry as it provides a glimpse of the promise that awaits in another world…maybe.
Anyway, as we ponder our fate of freedom or dominance or war or annihilation, you gotta take your inspiration where you find it these days.
“qualified kitties” Awwwwwwwwww. 🙂
Some tickets punched by cat fangs and claws. No extra charge for customization and artistic kitty uniqueness, including higher collector values. Qualified kitties are needed everywhere.
Awwwww! Tabby cats are Da Bomb! And they know it, too. Tabbies, torties, solid blacks – smartest and best ever.
My Lillybean (prettiest car I’ve ever seen) had her own song and could speak English. “ninner” was her favorite word. Wandered in out of the rain and stayed until the day she passed. I miss her.
So, how are cats and matriarchs alike?
They all think they’re in charge, but they’re mostly just pussies, while some are psychotic killers, and a few are worthy beings.
Come to think of it, they’re like everybody else.
How to differentiate? Ah, that is the question.