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Friday, March 16, 2012
10 comments:
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Anonymous said...
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I wouldn't put it past the furry little bastards.
Sir H the Comet. -
3/16/12, 8:31 AM
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Anonymous said...
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The Cat Came Back: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3rGvrNFCeY
Casca -
3/16/12, 9:22 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Doc Watson! Lots of his stuff on you tube, some with Chet Atkins.
True story: a childhood friend was owned by an enormous yaller tom cat named Sam. This thing was about the size of a bobcat and was notorious for whupping every dog in the neighborhood. When he knocked on the door to get in the house, it sounded like Dick Butkus was at the door. One day a huge yaller tom cat turned up dead and severely mangled on the railroad tracks. Sam had been absent for a couple days, like tomcats will do, and so naturally everybody assumed old Sam had tangled with the train and lost. The wretched remains were scooped up and there was a funeral, and all the neighborhood girls cried and the boys fired their BB guns over the grave as a 21-gun salute, whilst the band kid played Taps on his trumpet.
Three days later, BANG-BANG-BANG on the door, and there was Sam, hungry and demanding food and wondering what all the fuss was about. They never did find out who was burried in the back yard.
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3/16/12, 10:32 AM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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I love that story Sir H. Reminded me of this possibly apocryphal story I heard years ago from Paul Harvey.
The woman is aghast when her dog drags the neighbor's dead cat into the house. She washes all the mud, saliva and muck away, blow dries the cat, and surreptitiously places it on the neighbor's back porch. Hours later she hears loud screams coming from the house, and feels devastated by what her dog has done. Except the screams weren't because the cat was dead, but because the family had buried Fluffy the previous day after it had been hit by a car. -
3/16/12, 11:01 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Pardon me gentlemen, but I believe that is the point of the song.
Sir H, Doc's an original. I like this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=la4pLa8cQFM&feature=endscreen&NR=1
Casca -
3/16/12, 11:06 AM
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pdwalker said...
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The Cat Came Back - Canadian Version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=la4pLa8cQFM
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3/16/12, 12:08 PM
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David said...
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Back in the dark ages when I was still a teen living at home. One winter my Mom took in a stray cat that showed up in our back yard. The cat was nice enough to allow the rest of us to stay in the house with it.
This short haired black and gray cat was huge - about 26 lbs. It was also very ill-tempered. It did not like to be touched. It would hop up into your lap and sit there and growl, but if you tried to pet it you lost skin. It took awhile for us to realize that growl was as close to purr as that cat was going to get.
Our neighbors from up the street had a medium sized dog that was just as ill-tempered. They kept it in the back yard. All the kids in the neighborhood knew to stay out of their back yard because of this dog.
One day I heard the two little girls who lived across the street screaming. I looked out the window and saw the dog from up the street snarling and growling at them as it backed them across their front lawn while the older girl tried to hold it at bay with a plastic baseball bat. I bolted out out the door, hopped over the front porch railing and started screaming at the dog as I ran across the yard. I was desperately trying to figure out what I was going to do once I attracted the dogs attention. When I reached the street I noticed our(?) cat sitting on the curb watching the show. As I ran past I snatched the cat by the scruff of the neck, and holding it away from my body, shook it as I ran. As I crossed the street my yelling and the cat's howling got the dog's attention. When it turned and growled my direction - I threw the cat at it.
The fight was short, loud, with a lot of teeth, claws, and flying fur. I didn't see all of it because I was rushing the girls towards their front door. The cat won, so to speak. Or rather the cat didn't run away first. In the end it took 17 stitches to fix the dog and 19 for the cat (the vet had to anesthetize the cat to work on it).
In the aftermath of getting the animals healed, and apologies all around between all the families - my Dad looked at me and said "Nice job looking after the other kids in the neighborhood, but don't make a habit of this. I don't want anyone accusing you of assault with an angry feline."
From that day on, that cat took a sort of liking to me. or, at least it would let me pet it - sometimes - for a few moments. I think it was just waiting for me to find it another dog. -
3/16/12, 1:10 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Er....it ain't my blog so it ain't my place to say, but David appears to have won this cat-fight, hands, or perhaps paws, down.
Kudos, Sir.
Sir H the Comet -
3/16/12, 3:37 PM
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Anonymous said...
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I love you Barn Army ! You are hard on my MAC though ! You made me spit my Gin &Tonic on my keypad ; ) > SMIBSID
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3/16/12, 6:17 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Am I the only one who noticed the volume goes up to 11?
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3/18/12, 6:11 PM
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