Mad kitten
I wasn’t going to write anything today.
In fact, I wasn’t going to do anything today.
But I started messing with old photographs and came across one I quite like.
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I took it in France last year where our gite was regularly invaded by a rather inquisitive kitten.
I caught that shot as he was exploring an out house.
Il est le fou irlandais fou avec la barbe et la pipe encore. Peau!
My babelfish fu is weak. That should have been:
“C’est l’homme irlandais fol avec la barbe et la pipe encore. Peau!”
Robert – Just out of interest, I got Babelfish to translate it back…..
“It is the Irish man fol with the beard and the pipe still. Skin!“
Wha??
I’ve been up since 4 this morning and it’s beginning to show! D’oh. Hide = Skin.
Anyway it was supposed to be it is the mad Irishman with the beard and pipe. Hide!
Gah!
Robert – I never would have guessed! [and you can apply that to either your lack of sleep or the translation]
I just got a cat. It’s pregnant so I guess I just got cats.
I think Sandy and Minnie would love it if you brought one back from France for them to play with. The language barrier might be a problem though. As long as Sandy doesnt try use the cat as a testing device to see if the electric fence is working!
One hour ago, I finally got rid of a cat that I’ve been trying to get rid of for 3 months.
I’m off to the pub now to celebrate.
-No more hairs, no more itching, no more stink. Happy days.
Brianf – Have you had a paternity test yet?
Becky – I have enough wildlife around this place without introducing more! Language seems to pose no problems for animals. I wonder how they manage?
Chris P – That is no way to refer to your girlfriend, even if she is an ex.
Oh Jebus Grandad,
don’t get me started on the ex-girlfriend. (12 years of deceit and lies just ended 2 weeks ago.) You touched a raw nerve there, and I’d rather not talk about it for a few years, by which time I might have calmed down.
I still find your powers of perception uncanny. Unbelievable even.
Aw shit!! Sorry Chris P. I was having a quiet chat with Yer Man Up There last night and he told me about it [it’s amazing how much He seems to know?] I was sworn to secrecy but it just sort of slipped out [as I said at my last trial but one].
In true french style a sharp, flat and very heavy cutting-blade fell and decapitated the little upperclass feline????
We had an out-house when I was a kid. La chat has probably just been for a ‘oui oui’.
.-= Geri Atric´s last brainfart .. ZWIJNPEST! =-.
Grandad,
The little bugger has quite a wide-eyed look to itself, Herself wasn’t still in there was she???
I ‘hate’ cats…you never own one….’they’ own you….I said ‘they’ because there always seams to be more than one…’thay’ are like magnets…..shoot the lottle fcukers…I hate them.
SAm – You have a very sick mind. I like it!
John O – By ‘Herself’, do you mean Herself or another cat? I don’t think Herself is into bestiality [but I learn something new every day].
Bubbles – I’m not that fond of them myself, but we did have a cat once that I was very fond of – he thought he was a dog. Did you mean to misspell ‘fuckers’? 😉