Originally posted by bbarrI do not slander stuffed people and I have absolutely no problem with anyone that is hetro or non.
Burt and Ernie are puppets on a childrens show called Sesame Street. Dave really shouldn't slander stuffed people.😀
I was just stating what I believe...and I am sure alot of people feel the same.
30 years of living together...you do the math..hehehe
Thanks Bennett
Dave
Originally posted by maggoteerMy cat is Siamese, so there really is no non-vocal subtext, he tells me exactly what's on his mind as soon as I get home from school. It's Meow this, Growl that, give me more wet food and make it quick, keep the kitten out of my space,...and on and on. His tail forms a question mark when I misbehave and puffs up when I disobey a direct order. I've been well brother, how have you been. This is the hardest quarter I've ever had, three huge papers all due April 1st, and all I do is write. Chess has actually become a way to relieve tension, rather than a way to keep mentally active. How's the research? We should go for a cup of coffee, when you have the time.
Silly boy! Of course you don't have to be looking directly in your cat's eyes for the cat to understand YOU. And as far as you understanding your cat, you must have a unfocused focus that includes not just the eyes, but the whiskers, tail, ears, fur, and a firm understanding how the non vocal subtext of their communication is modulated by nonlinear harmo ...[text shortened]... es, sardines, small rodents, and birds.
So hows it going, Mr b? I must get out more often....
Originally posted by belgianfreakhey that's my quote 😏 shougi
To quote someone here:
"I used to believe I was good at chess until I played people who really were"
sums it up nicely
Due to my mum's pronunciation, I used to believe that 6.30 was "huppast six" and that was how you spelt it. When my primary school teacher told me I was wrong I got into a big argument with her. I went home to my mum, furious. But my mum told me the teacher was right, it was "half past six". "What!?" I cried. "But you've been telling me 'It's huppast six, time for dinner' for years!"
Bennett, may I recommend a dog, canus familiarus. I have a lovely border collie that threw our cat (that we no longer own) out the second floor window. Cat was fine. As Maggoteer knows they always end up on their feet. The dog will show you unconditional gratitude, you'll be happier, and the cat will have learned a lesson. 😉 Kirk