Easter is around the corner. I am probably a bad man for thinking Laconic Pup’s forwarding of this picture was the high point of my week.
In other news, we have looked – 3AM last night around the neighborhood, through the house last night and today, CW walked the neighborhood today, and I walked the neighborhood just as soon as I got off work. No sign of Jack L. Katt. I keep looking out the windows and back door but no sign. We thought he was just power-napping hard and now we have no idea where he is. I wish cats were crappier physicists.
Sigh. He’s just a damn cat for fuck’s sake. Damn cat.
Meanwhile, I check the doors and the windows when CW isn’t looking and imagine him meowing outside the window of the room I am in.
Sorry to hear about JLK.
I know what you’re going thru – I sometimes still look for Brrrt out by the forest edge. Hurts, it does.
I am going to keep saying he’s just a damn cat until I believe it. Not working so much so far.
Thanks ‘Goo.
Damn, sorry for both of y’all’s losses. Cats may be very independent, but their loss still leaves a gaping hole. The worst part is never knowing what happened to them. Keep looking and hoping….
I still remember the loss of my cat several years ago due to an illness I should have caught earlier.
And love the Alien Easter Egg!
Watching closely. The big furry dummy.
That alien Easter egg cracks me up.
Love the egg, may be stealing it!
Both of my wife’s cats have disappeared in the past. Done the whole “walk around the neighborhood, yelling for a cat and hoping the neighbors don’t call the cops” thing, making sure to check the shoulders of the nearby highway. Turns out BOTH of them ended up spending the night stuck underneath our storage shed in the back yard…apparently when the sun goes down, they can’t find the hole they crawled into in the first place, so they spent the night. Serves em right, the bass turds. But cats are, unfortunately, durable that way. You’ll find your little demon again! Or it’ll show up on the back porch, demanding to know why you haven’t left food and other tributes and offerings out for it.
Pilferage is encouraged.
You hit the nail on the head on one point. Last night as I was walking around I asked some kids in their driveway if they’d seen a “big fluffy dumb kitty” roaming around.
Sad sign of the times? As soon as I yelled my question to them I was worried that someone would be wondering what kind of creep was even asking their kids a question, much less looking in their direction. As a parent, it’s what I would wonder. CW says (in many ways, just not in words) that I’m too distrustful of the world. I say “I have faith in human nature.”
I probably should put out food but I hope it doesn’t encourage the neighbor’s ne’er-do-well feline to stop by for a visit more often.
Yeah, I love the egg cartoon. I keep imagining all the variations – a chicken hatches her egg, and eagle in her aerie, even a snake or ‘gator on/near their eggs.
How ’bout Baron Whoever, Lord of ButtPhew, sitting at his morning poached egg – with a mini facehugger aggressively fertilizing his left nostril?
“I say, Jeeves! This is NOT a two-minute egg!”
I keep picturing “Balut Gone Wrong… Awesomely Spectacularly Wrong.”
I think you will get particular joy out of the cartoon on the 3/29 posting.