I’m missing my cats terribly. As you know, I have a thing for cats, I love them, I cuddle them and I like to stroke them until they purr!
While I’m in England, there’s not much I can do as my landlord does not allow pets (and cats especially because they are “dirty creatures”). While I don’t agree with him, I have asked my dad to send me pictures of the cats in their daily life so I can see how they are doing. They are massive! They grew so much since I left!
These are sooo funny! Saw them and I could not bring myself to leave them alone.
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 sadly and said; “I’m sorry, your duck (Cuddles) has passed away.”
The distressed woman wailed; “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure. The 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.”
Where are my nuts or by God, I’m gonna blow this place up!
hehe! Look at that stupid squirrel! We’ve got his stash but he ain’t gonna see it anymore!
I was feeling a bit down, so I decided to do a cat scan and see if I can find my problem!
Nope, I’m just fine! 
Hello from my lovely cat
My white tomcat chillin on a rock
playing with my cats. I do it daily! And they’re so funny! This tabby of mine is really sweet tempered and currently I found out she’s been shagging and now she’ll have kittens. I really thought she was too young for this but it seems I was wrong! Kittens away!!
My Tabby Cat Sleeping
UPDATE:
Gosh! I misunderstood “peeve” – It’s actually something that ticks you off not gets you happy (peeve and perve ) )
OK, I’ll answer it again:
WHAT TICKS ME OFF completely is:
the invasion of privacy. People coming into my room without knocking. People browsing through my things when I’m not at home and then making assumptions on half thruths.
I can’t stand either how some people don’t clear out their black heads and let them grow infected. *shudder* I saw one guy in Practiker, he had a massive black head on the back of his neck. It was so big it actually looked ready to explode.
I also can’t stand old people. Always whining and complaining about things they regret not doing when they were younger. No point crying now! And the way when you go with a bus they seem to eye you and appraise you like it’s any of their business. I actually had once an old lady screaming at me in the bus that I’m trying to suck men’s dicks because my v-neck t-shirt was showing 3% of my (generous) clevage. I wanted to hit her so bad but my polite parents taught me I should be a self-restraining lady in face of idiocy.
I also hate potholes for the obvious reason.
