And the scientist shall lie down with the d*g; and a little cat shall lead them

47 thoughts on “And the scientist shall lie down with the d*g; and a little cat shall lead them”

1. I never thought I’d see the day.

   1. +1

2. Shouldn’t that be “scientist-Emeritus”?

   1. No you can retire from being a Professor. Once a scientist always a scientist.

3. So many things I like about this shot and caption.

   It may have done me in. How can I concentrate after such sensory stimuli??

4. Love it!!

5. Awesome!

6. Well, if the kitty won’t come to you, you have to go where the kitty is…even if the “where” is a dog.

   Funny, though, I thought in the past Hili didn’t like the dog. Am I mis-remembering?

   1. They are BFFs now, though Hili is clearly the dominant partner in the relationship.

      1. 🙂

         I think that may apply to the humans, too…

      2. Cat’s almost always are, in my experience. My sister has one husband, two sons, three dogs and one cat. Guess who rules the manor?

7. So…. has HE risen?

   1. I don’t know, but if Cyrus starts slouching toward Bethlehem, then watch out!

8. A bit like a Chagall painting…

9. Must be awfully cold somewhere….

   b&

   1. It’s usually a little chilly there.

      1. But Jerry’s headed to Sweden, not Norway!

         b&

10. To celebrate I shall try and create a sandwich worthy of the name “Hili”…

    I am thinking that Hot-dogs will be needed.

    Cheers,
    Markham

    1. I was just thinking the photo shoot was Hili-arious.

11. What is not generally known is that the passage found in the Aramaic version is much more expanded:

    And the scientist shall layeth down with the d*g and cat, and then the d*g shall get up and turn around several times and layeth down again with the cat and the man.

    And lo, the tail of the d*g shall wag and accidentally strike the cat, whereupon the cat will just get up and walk away. And what shall follow will be an awkward silence when the d*g and the man are left alone together on the bedding.

    Whereupon the scientist shall get up and walk with the cat; and the d*g shall get up to walk with the man.

    And a cat shall lead them.

    1. 😀

    2. Much better than the verses in the KJV!

    3. Excellent!!! 😀

    4. toooo funny!!!

    5. Love it!

    6. Great stuff! And don’t forgot that d*gs doth passeth the wind, especially when they layeth down.

       1. Yes, the wind that passeth all understanding…

12. Yes, Somebody must have riseneth!

13. Have a nice rest Dr Coyne. Animal companions are great to nap with.

14. Cyrus is looking nerrrrrrvous

    1. I think it’s insomnia.

    2. Given the always looming potential for a dog fart, Jerry should be a little nervous too.

       1. This is what makes us nervous when cuddling with our beloved d*g, who absolutely adores couch cuddle time. He then relaxes, and then…

15. Keep eating all that good Polish food you’ve been sending us pictures of and, in keeping with Isaiah 11:6, pretty soon it’ll be “the calf and the lion and the fatling together.”

16. Poor old Cyrus. First a c*t, then a h*man invade his bed. It’s a dog’s life.

17. Sweet!

18. Surely this is a sign of the end times.

    First the blood moon and now this.

    1. We can only hope his flight crew aren’t raptured on the flight home.

19. So it’s about a 1.2 dog night there.

20. The expression on Cyrus’s face is priceless. Seems to say, “well what are ya got a do?!”

21. Well, that’s me and Kink every day.

22. It’s the Hili Détente!

23. WEIT has finally gone to the d*gs…

24. So sweet!

25. I slept with a d*g once. (No not *that* way, really you lot, minds in the gutter…)
    It was on a boat from Rarotonga to the Northern Group in the Cook Islands. The boat was a 300-ton tramp steamer and I was travelling ‘on deck’, which meant I got a space for my sleeping bag on the hatch covers. The crew rigged up an awning and it could be very pleasant on fine nights. Unfortunately, leaving Aitutaki, we ran into a front, and for four days to Penrhyn it was cold, strong gale and raining. I had the choice of trying to sleep *in* the sodden bag (which was too thin to provide much cushioning from the hard hatch cover) or *on* it, with twice the thickness of material to cushion me but no protection from the wind.
    So when a big black dog came and snuggled up to me I didn’t have the heart to push him away. So for four nights the dog and I kept each other slightly-less-cold. I never found out whose dog it was.

    cr

    1. Nice story! In retrospect, at least.

       1. The rest of the trip was good, but that bit was, indeed, better in retrospect.

          I guess that’s the best that can be said of a personal disaster – “this will make a good story one day”.

          cr

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