This appearance of the Whiskered One took place in Costa Rica on May 4 of this year.
As Al Michaels said at the 1980 Winter Olympics, “Do you believe in miracles?”
h/t: Anders
This appearance of the Whiskered One took place in Costa Rica on May 4 of this year.
As Al Michaels said at the 1980 Winter Olympics, “Do you believe in miracles?”
h/t: Anders
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Oh my Cat – that would freak me out. DO NOT SMITE; DOES NOT WANT!
I’m a believer!
Because I was prostrate at His appearance the first time, I missed seeing the victory lap He took after putting the fear of the Paw into those heretics. Watch it again; He totally does one!
Ceiling Cat needs to work a bit more on his levitation….
Poor thing. Probably scared shitless when the ceiling gave way, and then all these great hairless apes start shrieking and gesturing at him….
b&
You keep on with this heresy, and I won’t have to ask if the cat got your tongue. Ya dig?
Well, Baihu already frequently gets the hands, the forearms, the shoulders, and the ankles…and Tamar was (I kid you not) a nose-biter…I suppose the tongue wouldn’t be all that much of a change….
b&
The cat (Coco Chanel, because she is a Haute Couture kitty and her personality shows it) that currently blesses our house with its divine presence tweaks the nose with a full open mouth bite, gently, as a signal to the kids that she has had enough snuggle/squeeze time. Her ways are mysterious, but she always gets what she wants, even from the kids.
For Tamar, it was a sign of affection, generally followed by a headbut as soon as she managed to disentangle her fangs from your nostrils.
Baihu, fortunately, just likes to rub noses. Literally, extensively, repeatedly, and for a good long while….
b&
“and in a trance I saw a vision, a certain vessel descend, as it had been a great sheet, let down from heaven by four corners ; and it came even to upon the which when I had fastened mine eyes, I considered, and saw fourfooted beasts of the earth…” (!!!) Acts 11 5-6
Now, what does it say about falling ceiling panels and beasts in Nostradamus?:)
I had never thought of applying his quatrains to Ceiling Cat . . . this could be amusing.
HAIR-SEE. U SHUD USE TEH WAN TRUE BIBLE.
14 Teh cat macro comez dwn frm Ceiling (omg) and he is lives wif us. We is sees teh glorie taht is frum teh one n only; him come from teh dad wif teh grace and teh truth.
15 John is liek “Oh hai” becuz uf him. He sez “OMG tihs guy iz teh one taht is comes after me him iz bettr becuz him comes frst, k?”16 Becuz is a lotz of grayce we can has cheezburgers.
John 14-16
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I’m so checking my ceilings before I go to bed…
My ceiling has a coastal carpet python.
I know it’s still there as I occasionally find some snake poo on the front porch.
I have noticed that it is mostly black fur, the same colour as the rats that my cats catch.
The cats prefer downstairs where the wood fire is.
I forgot to mention the story of a woman in Brisbane that woke up to find a dozen baby pythons in her bedroom.
They had hatched in the roof and made their way down through the air conditioning ducts.
She called the snake guy who came to get them.
Obviously rather freaked out, she awoke the next morning to the same thing.
The rest had hatched overnight.
Yeow! Snakes in the attic. That could make for a really mean start to a day. I’m amazed she would feel comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed that same night. Not that a baby python could eat her or anything.
Poor cat was freaked out after that and couldn’t find a place to hide…
Yeah, it was hard to watch that.
Ceiling Cat not here –
Ceiling Cat here…
you can’t explain that…
Notice how nicely Ceiling Cat lands on all fours…
I once witnessed the corollary, namely a mouse fall out of a ceiling vent while someone was talking at a community event. As the only one in the audience with any biological sensibilities, it fell to me to scoop the mouse up (in my ballcap) and repatriate it to the outdoors. It also ended the speaker’s dronings, so perhaps Ceiling Cat was to thank.
Sounds like Ceiling Cat went hungry on that day.
Smart to use your cap. Mouse bites are worse than hamster or gerbil bites. Their teeth are so narrow and sharp that the bite will not bleed clean. After a few hours you get a hard welt that will last about a day.
Back when I worked with rodents professionally, I developed an immunity to mouse bites. I had such a heightened immune response that I got the welt in about 15 minutes and the welt faded in two hours.
Hamsters and Gerbils tend to rip at your flesh. There is plenty of blood, but the blood cleans the wound. Little chance of infection.
Don’t know about rats, as rats are pretty calm and I was always able to reach a negotiated settlement with a rat. Learned how to do this with hamsters too, but it took time.
Hamsters can be pretty cool with, as you say, time.
But the one time I got unfairly bitten was during a winter transport. The rental car engine failed and while I waited for the tow truck the heating was out. So pretty soon I had to put my then hamster beneath my sweater for warmth. Not a time for negotiations.
What do you now, he didn’t like that. :-/
Indeed, never be without a ballcap!
Best rodent I ever had as a pet, years ago* , was by far a flying squirrel (Southern, Glaucomys volans). He found us, most likely coming in thru the chimney. When I opened the door to release him, a cat went by, and so I kept him instead. He bonded in very short order, and before long was doing things like climbing up my pant let to look out my open fly (I ain’t makin’ this up!). Apparently this is typical, and is the reason that there is, as I just learned, a National Flying Squirrel Assn.
*= at about the time jac was raising his botfly
As many know we are enduring a terrible heat wave this summer, maybe a little worse in Texas. Of course, this has nothing to do human consumption or waste. It’s just god’s way of ignoring things that are garnering great prayer vigils.
In response to being asked to join in on these “prayer vigils” for “helping the planet”. I responded with a great picture of Ceiling Cat looking down from the sky and asking, “Where’s your god now….”
Little did I know the answer is Costa Rica.
Actually Southeast Texas has been it’s normal rain soaked self since the drought broke Hitchens, Dawkins, and PZ showed up all at once last October.
Hitchens was being treated at MD Anderson, the place where celebrities with cancer come for experimental treatment and to die. Hitchens died for our rainfall.
Rainfall has been pretty good in Texas this year. Only the hyper fundie areas in the Edwards Plateau and Llano Estacado are dry this year.
BTW, I know Hitch died of throat cancer, probably related to his tobacco use. But aren’t a good percentage of throat cancers HPV related? Is Hitch’s cancer now preventable? I hate Rick Perry, but he jumped on the HPV vaccination bandwagon as soon as it was approved.
More likely his esophageal cancer was related to his scotch consumption. There’s an association with alcohol consumption *at least, it’s easy to find references to that), and he drank his straight up as I understand.
Does that mean its ok to drink beer?
Please say yes.
Please say yes.
As long as you buy me a pint, too, then it is definitely OK.
In north Texas or DFW we haven’t seen a drop of a rain or a break in 100+F temperatures in over 30 days now. The same is true in San Antonio, where my son lives. Then again, most of the “bread basket” of the US has been hard hit with drought and record high temperatures. The last storm managed to completely avoid the north triangle.
I completely agree with you about Perry, the miserable cretin.
Watch the price of food soar!
If it makes you feel better…the average temperature here in Tempe, Arizona, has been at or above 100°F for the past week or two.
I don’t mean that the average high temperature has been 100°F. I mean that the 24-hour average temperature has been 100°F.
Daytime highs have been in the mid- to upper-teens and it doesn’t even always make it down to 90°F overnight. Ten o’clock at night it can still be 110°F outside. “Cold” tap water is warm enough to shower in.
On the other hand, we have been getting a good amount of rain* this summer. I’m sure it’s nowhere near enough to end our decade-long drought, but I haven’t had to water the orange and grapefruit trees nearly as much.
Looks like there might be another haboob hitting the extreme eastern end of the Valley…we’ll see if it makes it to this part of town….
Cheers,
b&
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* Good amount of rain = fifteen-minute downpour every other week or so, occasionally as often as once a week. b&
Since I posted that remark we have had a storm, with wet stuff falling from the skies, accompanied by thunder and lightening. The last two much to the displeasure of my cats. Some how, the miserable heat in any state doesn’t help, it just confirms that we are in deep Crap, not just this country but, the world.
I’ll reserve judgment pending the second coming.
The cat had the right idea – haul ass and get away as fast as possible! Looks like the cat managed to land on it’s feet.
There was once a comic that showed a fictional cat experiment: Since cats are known to land on their feet, and peanut butter and jelly toast always manages to land peanut butter and jelly side down, the researcher was strapping a piece of toast covered with peanut butter and jelly on the back of a cat………………
Kats Rule ♥
That was obviously Basement Cat pretending to be Ceiling Cat, but he couldn’t fight his nature and fell from the ceiling.
Reblogged this on Mark Solock Blog.
maybe he was chasing a mouse.
There is clearly a dog worshipper in the room. Who whistles at a cat? BURN THE HERETIC!
And the Word became Cat and fell to Earth, bounced and ran away to give all of mankind a good laugh.
That’s not Ceiling Cat. That’s Lucifer Cat being cast down from the kingdom of Ceiling Cat.