tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post3978887123123621742..comments2008-11-20T18:57:04.717ZKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127kfelix@eircom.netBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1098535653864000082008-11-20T18:22:00.000Z2008-11-20T18:22:00.000ZLol...yes, it does, but it's nothing personal! ;o)gemmakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575349964533883253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-55816834160545727192008-11-15T14:55:00.000Z2008-11-15T14:55:00.000ZHi Nicole, thanks for laughing - I like that! :)<BR/><BR/>Hi Tashabud: "dropping place for their guts fillings" eh? Hmmm... no... sorry... just gotta run to the... (Ken slams the toilet door behind him)<BR/><BR/>Thanks Genmak. Am I losing it or does your little icon stick its tongue out now and again?? I keep going back down the page to try and catch it... it does!! Too cool.Ken Armstronghttp://www.kenwriting.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-41006656098570485012008-11-15T11:07:00.000Z2008-11-15T11:07:00.000ZUtterly,bloody hilarious! :o)gemmakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12575349964533883253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-38055957275655281702008-11-12T21:25:00.000Z2008-11-12T21:25:00.000ZHi Ken,<BR/>I saw this post earlier, but didn't have time to comment, so I just dropped my entrecards.<BR/><BR/>Your story is way too funny; I laughed so hard.<BR/><BR/>I like cats and dogs as long as they belong to somebody else. My husband grew up having cats, and his family's side always have cats. So you would think he'd be tolerant when neighborhood cats uses our yard as their private playground and as ther private dumping place for their guts' fillings, yes? Instead, he devolop a great dislike for them after having to shoo them out of our property for 13 years. We don't know who own them. Why owners allow their cats to wonder outside and all over town is beyond me. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the laugh.<BR/><BR/>Tashatashabudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17707659728810975773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-54261537853712999102008-11-12T18:46:00.000Z2008-11-12T18:46:00.000ZOMG, I am laughing so hard.........:)<BR/><BR/>I AM a cat lover, however, it annoys me when neighbors do not take proper care of their cats and allow them to roam around and annoy others. <BR/><BR/>I would pay $ to have seen this incident!nicolehttp://www.inspireemotion.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-65050355415181141672008-11-12T16:39:00.000Z2008-11-12T16:39:00.000ZDaisy Daisy! I *do* like cats - I really do. It's just that I am allergic to you so I pay a heavy price for touching you and well, those nasty Twickenham/Jellico cats did annoy me for a while but I got over. Don't be mad or sad Daisy - I'm your biggest non-tactile fan.<BR/><BR/>Thank you *very* much Hope - I am heading over to 'Inside Government' later to day to try and do a moderately serious post. It *is* good, isn't it? :)Ken Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-71228494234107086492008-11-12T15:28:00.000Z2008-11-12T15:28:00.000ZHey Top Cat...kindly stop by my blog today and pick up your cudos. :)hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-52048121519755940822008-11-12T15:15:00.000Z2008-11-12T15:15:00.000Z::sniffs sadly::<BR/>I am sad that you do not like cats. Not all cats go potty where they are Not Supposed To Go.Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412703583921658038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1399502551300085552008-11-12T13:50:00.000Z2008-11-12T13:50:00.000ZReggie: Dogs are like the jolly idiots of the pet world, cats are the rocket-scientists. :)<BR/><BR/>Hey Kat: I know you're married! Just having a bit of BF fun with you... and it worked, I got a laugh. 'Makes my day, that. :)<BR/><BR/>Dear Cecilia, you're welcome, of course, both here and for 'the other'. I'm like a bad penny, I just keep turning up :)<BR/><BR/>Hi Laura, yeah, joking aside, you will know how dismal it was to find your cute little place in *that* kind of state. I had to call my wife and tell her not to come home - that I had to 'do some stuff' first.<BR/><BR/>'Nasty barking drooling...' you're sure that's a dog? I think I know her! :)<BR/><BR/>Dear Jena, you've reminded my now of losing one of my own dogs after thirteen years (I've had several, none anymore). It's like losing a person, it really is. Thanks for nice comment as always.Ken Armstronghttp://www.kenwriting.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-62276042488676304782008-11-12T11:25:00.000Z2008-11-12T11:25:00.000ZHi Ken,<BR/><BR/>Do you know that stray cats too are one of the primary sources of rabies? Even a scratch could transfer the virus. I don't like cats, I'm scared of their sharp claws.<BR/><BR/>I can't say I love dogs , but I cried once for a dog(Piper) that I have been with for 9 years. I took care of him since he was a puppy, nursed him whenever he got sick and he guarded my house devotedly. There was a time that he was left for a week alone ( due to some major family problems, he was neglected). When I remembered him I had thought he would be dead when we got back, but no, he was tough, he was still there at my doorstep guarding the house from intruders. <BR/><BR/>When piper died, I cried. But my son said, he had been well taken cared of and that he died in his sleep. (he took the dog when we left the house, because I could not bring it to the city proper.)<BR/><BR/>I laughed when I read your post. You have a way of recounting that focuses on the happy and humorous aspect of the story. You're a born raconteur. Kudos to you.Jena Islehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16609925272840089993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-48856538343791445532008-11-12T05:02:00.000Z2008-11-12T05:02:00.000ZI don't like dogs at all. Nasty, biting, barking, drooling creatures.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06774385463320319572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-1539817767051777502008-11-12T04:59:00.000Z2008-11-12T04:59:00.000ZI moved into a new basement apartment only to find the people upstairs had left open the door and allowed (encouraged actually as the litter box was in my main room) their cats and kittens to use my whole apartment as a toilet. I like cats. I never forgave the cat owners and I didn't stay long at that apartment. My family had owned that house for 20 years so when I bitched about the place being full of cat $hit they did have to go down and clean it up. Though my brother (the owner at that time) had to finish the job cause the cats had made a big toilet mess right behind the refrigerator. It was gross.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06774385463320319572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-68845512073410680582008-11-12T01:24:00.000Z2008-11-12T01:24:00.000ZI just wanted to be your lovely wife standing off to the side and laughing... <BR/><BR/>I was so into this story, it's one I didn't want to end. Honest.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your... "You know what you did!"Cecilia Sherrardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04446117182588396954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-9410964497127730522008-11-12T00:37:00.000Z2008-11-12T00:37:00.000ZKen, you do realize that I'm married?<BR/><BR/>That was my belly-laugh for the day. Thanks!<BR/><BR/>KatPoetikathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-89525224902795365422008-11-11T21:43:00.000Z2008-11-11T21:43:00.000ZIts ok. I don't like dogs that much anyway... some can be mean! Ok, ok some cats can be mean too...fragilehearthttp://www.fragileheart.com/journal/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-10875808122814003212008-11-11T19:10:00.000Z2008-11-11T19:10:00.000ZHi again Mike: I knew what you meant, mate, liking Irish Music and having sex with cats are mutually exclusive hobbies.<BR/><BR/>Hi Poetikat: I spent a while being glad that your boyfriend (BF) was being highly enjoyable as always... eventually I realised that you were, of course, referring to dear Basil.<BR/><BR/>Howdy Matt : "But even then, Buffy didn't urinate. She knew I wasn't yelling at her." This fan fiction gets a little extreme sometimes! :)<BR/><BR/>I was only kidding about the urination bit - one little dog always did a little widdle when I came around but the others held on okay. I think The reason dogs respond to me had something to do with the fact that I've never ever met a dog I was remotely afraid of - I think they sense that.<BR/><BR/>Hi Alan... Aw the liddle puddy tat!!! :) Cute as hell!<BR/><BR/>Thanks Dave, this is very kind of you. I'm always very pleased that my rather lightweight brand of fluff keeps you coming by - I really appreciate it. :)<BR/><BR/>Hi Jim, yes, other people's pets can be so elusive - I recently had to drop by everyday to feed a neighbours newt, while they were on holidays. I expected an ever-burgeoning relationship but the bugger never moved the entire fortnight. 'Started to think he was dead except the food was always eaten. He was fine. :)<BR/><BR/>'Slightly terrifying end to your comment. Should I fear that, if I progress beyond my Minority-Report-style anti-feline thought crime that I should expect a burst of poetic rough-justice landing at my nearest airport (Knock). <BR/><BR/>If so a bit of notice would be appreciated as I think I'll go back to Florida for a while, 'let it all die down a bit...Ken Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-91764768436621503862008-11-11T16:32:00.000Z2008-11-11T16:32:00.000ZWhat peeves me is that there are two cats in our block of flats and I never get to see them. I could forgive the smell in the hall if I could at least get to pet one of the wee buggers from time to time. It's not their fault. They were never built to be kept in a place like this. It's like our cockateil gnawing chunks out of our picture frames, what am I suppose to do? Muzzle him?<BR/><BR/>All I can say is that if you had kicked that cat then <I>I'd</I> be on a plane over there, forget about Shuggie.Jim Murdochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-71281024393839831742008-11-11T09:16:00.000Z2008-11-11T09:16:00.000ZMmmm, well, perhaps, but try as I will I just cannot see you as Basil Fawlty. In lieu of which...<BR/>If you have dropped by <A HREF="http://sharonahart.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Sharon's</A> blog recently (and if you have not, you really ought) you will know that she has been good enough to pass some (4) awards on to me, which I have been pleased to accept. The condition of acceptance is that I in turn should pass them on. This I am glad enough to do, and for that purpose have picked out those blogs that have given me the most pleasure over the longest period of time. Yours, I am happy to say, is one of those. If, then, you would like to visit my blog and copy the visuals to yours, please do so. Obviously, there is no coercion here. If you decide not (for whatever reason), that is not a problem. If you do accept, please pass them on in your turn.Dave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-32897475074161811862008-11-10T23:31:00.000Z2008-11-10T23:31:00.000ZI have a video award for you on my blog and it's one great honor, so don't you forget it.<BR/><BR/>I will even let you embed this exclusive cat video award on your site so you can proudly show it to everyone and watch it EVERYDAY. <BR/><BR/>http://www.alangayandstraight.com/2008/10/lazing-on-sunday-afternoon.html<BR/><BR/>:)Alan Gay and Straighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14928753285253014213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-60449052112668477582008-11-10T21:33:00.000Z2008-11-10T21:33:00.000Z@Ken, well, even though dogs bow down before me, they don't urinate quietly. I don't invoke fear in the dogs, I invoke friendship and warmth and a nice scratch behind the ears in dogs. <BR/><BR/>Although...there was this one time after I moved out of the house I was so angry with my mother for something to do with her health and smoking or something stupid like that I barged back in, slammed the door, literally screamed at my mother and Buffy was quick to run and hide until the firestorm was over, repressing her need to jump on me, get her ears scratched, get her walk and her treat.<BR/><BR/>I must have looked like Satan walking in the door that day for Buffy to be so fearful and sublimate her wants until the storm blew over. But even then, Buffy didn't urinate. She knew I wasn't yelling at her.Matthew S. Urdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15423237354496730048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-57078511419527295192008-11-10T21:30:00.000Z2008-11-10T21:30:00.000ZOkay. First let me admit to the fact that I am a cat-lover (as you may know, I am owned by 4 of them). Having said that, I can completely understand your disgust with their bodily functions and deposits. You see I'm also the Keeper of the Litter Boxes. It is I who maintain 4 boxes immaculately. I who am responsible for the daily scoopings, and sweepings and sloshings about with a mop to keep the cat-zone tidy. None of them go outside, so it is a perpetual occupation and one with no respite. I am well aware of the overpowering odours that accompany such beasts and I am not averse to your having had the notion to give one a swift kick up the backside. I've been there. Many times. You handled yourself with aplomb and dignity.<BR/><BR/>BF was thoroughly enjoyable (as ever).<BR/><BR/>KatPoetikathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-66692480342243181742008-11-10T20:18:00.000Z2008-11-10T20:18:00.000Z(Mike again, testing out OpenID)<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I guess that was poor word choice, wasn't it? Booted the cat across the street probably would have been better.Celtophiliahttp://technorati.com/people/technorati/Celtophilianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-80958747489691109382008-11-10T20:08:00.000Z2008-11-10T20:08:00.000ZHi Susan, thanks, I *do* love to get a laugh :) Why's everybody on to me about staying up late - I'm 45 years old!! :)<BR/><BR/>Reggie: 'Almost' is the key word 'Almost'. If anyone's upset with me over this story, watch out for one in coming weeks called 'Walking the Dog', I'm afraid to post it.<BR/><BR/>Hi Margaret: Oddly, in my current home I find that a half full plastic bottle of water will dissuade would be feline wee-wee-ers - something about the refracted light dancing around and rendering them too nervous to perform... 'fine by me!<BR/><BR/>Hi Mike: care to define 'nailed the cat'? 'Reminds me of a terrible joke about a priest, a cat and a sinful urge... but let's not go there right now.<BR/><BR/>Hi Lidian : Basil Rocks, end of. :)<BR/><BR/>Hi Matt - another similarity - I too break out if I touch a cat and dogs bow down before me and urinate quietly.<BR/><BR/>Hi Hope: well, my middle name is Felix so there should be some tolerance...<BR/><BR/>Fiendish, you need to get out and meet more writers! :) But thanks. I think the key is that I enjoy it so much when silly things happen to me - others like to forget, I like to celebrate them!<BR/><BR/>Catherine, so long as you didn't run over them deliberately, you must be forgiven. :)Ken Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-55506849152389103572008-11-10T17:53:00.000Z2008-11-10T17:53:00.000ZMuahahahaha, serves you right for attempting to kick a cat! (Although if you had managed it, the cat probably would've sprayed all over your foot.)<BR/><BR/>Ok, I admit that I put my foot to my own cats' arses on a regular basis. But not with shoes on. And only very gently, as a nudge to get them out of the door when they're dithering. None of them has ever been hurt this way.<BR/>(We won't mention the 2 I ran over.)Catherine @ Sharp Wordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12988193118089559894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-25396092598342922012008-11-10T17:45:00.000Z2008-11-10T17:45:00.000ZKen, if you weren't the best writer I know and I therefore felt obliged to give you another title, you would definitely be the person who has lived through the most hilarious incidents. Although I'm aware that's probably connected to the above.<BR/><BR/>Brilliant. And excellent example from Fawlty to back it up, I must say :)Fiendishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06427088675092430747noreply@blogger.com