“But Mom, that’s what my armor is for!”
Yup. Sooner or later they all end up in the car.
Depends on what they’re fetching and retrieving, and what condition it’s in when they bring it to you. For example, a cat can bring you a mouse. If it’s dead, good. If it’s alive, and they drop it on your bed when you’re trying to sleep, not so good. The dog can bring you your slippers. If they’re dry and unharmed, good. If they’re all chewed up and slobbery, not so good.
Gah! You beat me to it by mere seconds!
Schrödinger‘s keys: If you cannot see your keys, they exist in a quantum state where they are both lost and found.
I honestly don’t get the impression that she intended to dash his hopes, but with Lucy, you never can tell. But unlike CB or Linus, if she realizes she has done so, she’s not as likely to care.
Cats tend to nap in a group, so it’s not that surprising.
Nowadays, and in the city? Yes, 24 cats would be cause for alarm. 40 years ago, however, 24 cats was not unusual for someone living in the country, especially if they were on a farm. We had 26 when I was a kid, and we didn’t have to spend a lot on cat food because they were very good hunters. Now, we have only one cat, and she’s indoors most of the time. Consequently, we now have A LOT of mice and chipmunks and squirrels running around outside.
Well, no, not all red shirts. And in the more recent series (serieses?) they’ve kind of moved away from the whole “red shirts are expendable” idea.
I used to throw nickels in the fountain when I was a kid. I never even made any wishes… I just liked seeing all the shiny coins in the water. I figure sooner or later someone had to collect it all. I guess I donated maybe a dollar to their cause. I never threw anything into a wishing well because I couldn’t see the money at the bottom.