Via Matthew Cobb, a tweet from FatRoland:
Don’t mess with God
January 3, 2012 • 7:42 am
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I find that “rescuing” stuck cats is always easier with a shotgun. Other methods are available though!
Happy New Year.
Cheers,
Norm.
We call it lead poisoning in my family.
😉
Norm, taser cats inside the house. Shot gun then when they need rescued from trees.
*them
Okay, none of this talk about killing cats is funny. Stop it or go away.
True. I did know a vet in a rural part of an developing country who sometimes had to euthanase farm animals with a rifle who dryly referred to it as a ‘cephalic lead injection’. She had about 15 rescue cats as a result of being incable of harming felines.
or even ‘incapable’
One more joke about killing cats:
Curiosity
I assume we will get an update, right? Are they both okay?
My housemate from Maine lost her kitten under the top level floorboards of her huge split Victorian house. He emerged on the stairs of the other side of the house. He looked like one huge dust bunny.
So, did the brother fall…or was he pushed? If the pictured cat’s basement half was in charge, it’s a distinct possibility — especially if the brother was negligent in his worshipping duties (bellyrubs, gushy noms, laser tag, etc.).
b&
I have alerted FatRoland to the posting here, and hope he will update us all!
Someone needs to put more insulation up there.
In your area, you should have at least R-49.
Oh, wait. I don’t know where you live.
http://www.diyhomeinsulation.com/rvalue.php
Actually, we have no certainty that they don’t have high R-value insulation in their attic. The camera angle is hiding how much there might be on the ceiling joists.
I’m thinking you are referring to the lack of insulation between the rafters. Unless the attic is intended as heated living space, no insulation should go up there. Normally the attic will be ventilated to ensure that it stays cool, winter and summer.
My brother is in a lot of pain and painkillers aren’t helping much. He’s being attended to by a loving wife, who has bought him some spare rib-flavoured crisps. As for the cat? Utterly oblivious and absolutely fine. Stupid cat.
To be fair, the cat isn’t the one with the broken ribs.
And whose morbid idea was it to feed the brother with the broken ribs something that tastes like…ribs? That’s something so twisted it might even have been my idea.
(I’m still curious as to how one is supposed to manage to break one’s ribs while climbing a ladder into the attic. He was using a ladder, yes?)
b&
Accident happened coming down the ladder, which the cat had climbed secretly himself
Aha! A loving wife appears, complete with a rib meal. I knew it. Oh, Ceiling Cat.
Hey, that’s my new photo. Lots of painkillers and pain , so still not pur-fect. The car is feline fine. @grumc
Car=cat
All: if my brother loses his ability for bad puns (something in the genes), then you know he’s seriously ill. As it is, all is f(el)ine.
Rib pain can be minimized if you don’t breath for a few weeks.
breath = breathe
Funny you say that but the doctor told me ‘don’t forget to breathe ‘
good advice, but it does hurt!
I should think that a mere ten minutes of not-breathing would eliminate rib pain…along with all other sensations….
b&
That title reminds me of this Bible story:
12 The next day as they were leaving Bethany, Jesus was hungry. 13 Seeing in the distance a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. When he reached it, he found nothing but leaves, because it was not the season for figs. 14 Then he said to the tree, “May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard him say it.
(The next day:)
20 In the morning, as they went along, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots. 21 Peter remembered and said to Jesus, “Rabbi, look! The fig tree you cursed has withered!” — Mark 11:12-21
The only lesson I’ve ever been able to get out of that is “Don’t f–k with Jesus!”
Also that he’s a petty-minded magician that is stupid enough to think figs might just fruit out of season. You go big J.
Actually, that’s one of the more blatant bits of rabid anti-Semitism in the Gospels.
The fig tree has long been a symbol of the Torah, and Jesus withering the fruitless tree represents his rejection of old-n-busted Judaism. It’s also a rather violent metaphor, too — a healthy, leafy tree long depended upon by the people for sustenance turned withered and rotten overnight by a liberal dose of the Zombie of Zion’s magical Roundup. America’s use of napalm on Vietnamese cropland springs to mind.
Cheers,
b&
First I’ve heard of the anti-semitism angle. Thanks.
For those confronted with cats stuck in trees, attics, and other places in the future, two guidelines:
1. If kitteh can get into a certain place, kitteh can get out of that place. Exception in the case of one-way doors.
2. If kittehs stuck in trees and up utility poles couldn’t get down under their own steam, said trees and utility poles would be liberally adorned with kitteh skeletons. They aren’t.
When I was a kid, I had a tabby cat who was stuck high up a tree when a hurricane came through. Kitteh survived, though wet and unhappy in consequence.
Our cat played a game of ‘help I’m on the roof’. Hubby dutifully climbed ladder a few times and given that I’m more fond of hubby than the cat, plus I was on the suspicious side of savvy, I reckoned we were being conned and whatever goes up….. And after leaving her there, she miraculously appeared for dinner, and then one day I found the secret way up and down the roof. We never underestimate her!
You beat me to the ‘no cat skeletons in trees’ argument. Am also reminded of the scene in Roxanne where Steve Martin, in a role as a fireman, stands under the tree opening a can of tuna.
Caption: “Is that teh end of teh game? We waz only getting started!”
One cat I had when I was in high school loved climbing up onto high things- ledges, shelves, anything.
This was not a problem.
Her favorite method of getting down, on the other hand, was.
She would sit upon said high ledge or shelf and wait for someone to walk by. Then she jumped on their head.
Kittehz bounce better than humanz. Honest! Don’t youz stupid humanz know dis yet?
You, or most here, should know that cats always land on their feet. Unless someone with a twisted sense of humor has strapped a piece of jellied-toast to their backs – in which case it is a toss-up or quantum indecision ….