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Monday, April 21, 2008

Duetto Buffo di 2 Gatti

Thanks to Paddy's Mum for this one....

21 comments:

Dodgey Phil said...

Or of course...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3WlgSF8lrk

Rougly the same either way. Possibly.

Daisy said...

daisy (my maltese) was sitting on my lap when that came on...it severely disturbed her...i think she will emotionally effected for some time...oh yeah and she no longer wants on my lap when i am on the laptop...lmao

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Naomh Pádraig said...

"He led them into the sea".....

Naomh Pádraig said...

Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú?

Scout said...

Very clever--I love the eyebrows (do cats have eyebrows?). Fortunately, my cats were out of the room when I played this. Otherwise they would have peed the carpet.

Paddyebeneezer said...

well of course you know the reason she sent it to you was because it looks like me!

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

GAH!!! Someone deleted my password from the old account - I guess they automatically switched me over to google when I created my new google email account. Or something. Confounded nuisances. If I had had two screaming cats like these ones I would stuff them down the pants of the Blogger creators.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

Dodgey Phil, thanks for the link, I can see myself tormenting monty the cat with this when I get back home and reclaim my kitten for myself.

Daisy, sorry this upset your kitties. perhaps scout is right - only use the computer when your cats are not around to monitor your internet usage.

Naomh - are you suggesting drowning cats in a burlap sack? If so, or if not, either way, welcome to my blogosphere.

Paddy, you are much more handsomer.

BEAST said...

I think these two were 'singing' outside my bedroom window last night.
Bloody manky things Grrrrrrrrrr

Naomh Pádraig said...

A burlap sack....or you joking???.I think a free charity bag or bin bag is appropriate.

Naomh Pádraig said...

Cén t-ainm atá ortsa?

Daisy said...

beast...try putting some chili powder...just sprinkled outside of your window on the ground...it doesn't hurt the cats but burns their little tongues when they lick their paws and they will not frequent your area...the ones here hiss as they walk by my house :)

btw got the idea from a vet who said it was perfectly safe just not pleasant for the cat...and stops the mating process

Daisy said...

mermaid it was my dog it upset...lol...she was laying next to my leg while i was on the laptop...as she looked at me with disgust...i told her if she didn't like it to get down...she did...problem solved...:)

did give me a bit of a chuckle though so all is good my friend!

idle said...

Thanks for the chili powder trick. Useful.

The idle dog, who occasionally gets indulged with leftovers and a plate to lick, devoured a quantity of english mustard the other day and was discombobulated for a while afterwards.

He is deprived of two crucial assets to be a successful stud, but I believe it would have been just as a successful a mating-stopper as the chili for the mogs.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

English mustard? The poor hound! Try peanut butter next time - that's really funny too... they tend to walk backwards around the kitchen trying to get the stuff off the roof of their mouths.

Perhaps a little more cruel than the chillies, but certainly harmless and hours of family entertainment

The Beast Of Clerkenwell said...

Mermaid
High time you found yourself a husband, despite the God bothering, stalking and cat ownership some may even consider you to be somewhat of a catch.
Have you considered advertising in the back of the Evening Standard?

"SWF seeks LTPWWM , have cat and Oyster card, no time wasters!"

Should that fail you could always try a tactic used (with some success) by a friend of my late Grandfather, an advertisment in LOOT.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

Beast, my choice of husband material has been very very poor. Timewasters, dilly-dalliers and thinkers without action. A husband must find me before I sell my ovaries to a needy woman.

The Beast Of Clerkenwell said...

OK
Maybe Exchange & Mart then?
I would suggest myself If I werent spoken for .
Although I have shillied and shallied I have never dillied nor dallied, I rarely think and can change a lavatory seat with some aplomb.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

Leave the toilet seats to me young beastie and find me a christian dynamo

The Beast Of Clerkenwell said...

Christianity is your problem, look for a sinner not a saint.
Good boys tend to be both dull and clueless, a tamed bad boy is far more fun.
Talk to Dr Eve,she will explain to you how a combination of reason & tolerance mixed with indulgence and a hint of discipline will land you your ideal man.
We are guests on Oprah next friday(Eve has a book out)