Morning amusement.....

[mrvette]

Wife tossed in some sheets this am....Went off to a jobsite/painting a garage estimate.....and so I went to load into dryer.....pulled out the filter for cleaning and it was totally FULL of CAT FUR!!!! or a damn similar material....so I put it on the kitchen counter.....and accused her of running our last pet.....BO cat through the laundry.......

of course, she cracked up laughing......

[DAB]

so are you running a cat house?

[mrvette]

Originally Posted by DAB

so are you running a cat house?

1 chiwawa, smaller sister to BO, are gone this year.....so BO is the larger cat and still healthy.....but at age 14....hoo nose.....

much less her mother passing last winter.....

[Mike Mercury]

[Giraffe (He/Him)]

Originally Posted by mrvette

.pulled out the filter for cleaning and it was totally FULL of CAT FUR!!!! or a damn similar material....so I put it on the kitchen counter.

Sounds hygienic.

[Bill]

Originally Posted by mrvette

Wife tossed in some sheets this am....Went off to a jobsite/painting a garage estimate.....and so I went to load into dryer.....pulled out the filter for cleaning and it was totally FULL of CAT FUR!!!! or a damn similar material....so I put it on the kitchen counter.....and accused her of running our last pet.....BO cat through the laundry.......

of course, she cracked up laughing......

[light bulb over head lights up]


Hey, Fuzzball....come here, got an idea.........

[ratflinger]

Dry your cat? Who's got enough balls to wash one?

[snide]

Originally Posted by ratflinger

Dry your cat? Who's got enough balls to wash one?

20 years ago, or so, we had a cat named Rexx. We had a house out in the country, and Rexx was an indoor/outdoor cat. One day, he had an unfriendly encounter with a skunk. The skunk won, as they always do. My then fiancée, now ex, decided she'd bathe the cat in tomato juice. In the tub. Naked. She ended up with scars.

No pics.

[Jeff '79]

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.

As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."

[Strats-N-Vettes]

Originally Posted by Jeff '79

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.

As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."

[Old Ben]

Originally Posted by Jeff '79

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.

As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."