As Cat is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.
If the luthier was Italian, he’d probably have said ‘Ecco,’ not ‘voila.’
Looks like they’re red ants too, so Pippi may have just earned herself more trouble than she expects…
Somebody apparently didn’t remember Popeye…
Bean always leaves the room whenever I grab the bug-zapper racket. I’ve never swatted him with it, but, apparently, somebody in his past did it enough to condition a reflex.
My house resembles the house in “Bob The Squirrel.”
“…calm down and state his true grievances.”
But Festivus was several weeks ago.
When I took in a friend’s two cats (while she looked for a cat-friendly apartment), Chooch challenged Bico for the position of “Alpha Female of the House”; Barney wouldn’t stand for that, and acted as Bico’s “champion.”
The other guest cat, Buster, was just grateful to have a home (albeit a temporary one) where he had food, shelter, and occasional human contact, and wasn’t inclined to make waves in the established hierarchy.