Another argument in favor of cats

Cookie, the tailless cat...

Payday Bandit

      Hello everyone! Just thought I would share a little story with you. Last week, I bought a bag of Payday candy bars. I put the whole bag in my pretty purple candy dish on my coffee table. The first couple of nights, I would enjoy just one after my dinner. By Thursday, I noticed the amount in my dish was significantly smaller. I had only eaten three. By Friday, I was down to four candy bars. Mystified, I asked myself if it was possible I ate more and just couldn't remember? But I assure you, I am not suffering from dementia or anything. I also had the thought that my stepson may have stopped by in the afternoon and helped himself. I'm sure he would have let me know if he had. I didn't eat any more after Thursday. Well, Saturday rolls around and I went downstairs to do some laundry and upon my return up stairs, my beautiful Doberman was no where in sight. Also, in clear view on my living room floor was a moist crumpled pay day candy bar! He ran and hid when he heard me come back up. I couldn't believe it! My dog who never counter surfs or gets into the garbage was sneaking candy bars (wrappers and all) when I wasn't around. The funny thing is, he must have only ate 1-3 a day. Nothing was out of place to be able to tell. I assure you, there was no sign of wrappers anywhere in my house. What a smart, sneaky boy!

A Bus Trip Visit

Here's another stop my husband made with a bus group.

Lisa

A beautiful lake in Canada

My husband took a group on his bus to the Canadian Rockies, and mentioned that this is one of the most beautiful places he has ever been.

This picture speaks for itself.

Lisa

Cave of the Winds

Here's another.......What the Bleep is this?

I found this one online
 Lisa

In answer to the last post

This strange-looking animal is called a dugong, a plant-eating mammal found in the Indian Ocean.

One question: What the bleep is this?

Cat in the Bag

  My sister Laura e-mailed this to me and thought you guys needed to see this!

No, Cookie, your tail is not in the refrigerator

One More "Why Dogs are Better Than Cats"

       This picture doesn't need much explanation. My stepson bought a puppy last weekend and I couldn't wait to see my new Grandson. He greeted me by jumping on my lap and I was smothered with puppy kisses. So irresistible with fresh puppy breath, smooth puppy pads, and tiny puppy teeth with the softest skin. They are in for many wonderful years with this little guy! So cute!!!

All you dog lovers, you know what I'm talking about.

    Lisa

Lisa and I--guess the decade

I didn't think Lisa would mind if I posted this old picture of us because she looks adorable. I'm the one who looks like an idiot. Thought you'd like a good laugh.
Yep, I'm the gypsy--just kidding, ha ha! -Laura
:)

Our amazing world

Not that long ago, I was given this plastic cup. It's a cup, you say? So what? Look at the green strip. Look what it's made from. :) 

Now if I were out in the wild, hurt and about to die from starvation and I turned to my left, saw a big bug then turned to my right and saw this cup, I think I'd choose to nibble on plastic, no wait, make that corn. -Laura

Why dogs are better than cats

        Hello everyone! I am Laura's sister Lisa. I would like to dispute her claim that cats are better than dogs.
First of all, you don't have to work for a dog's affections like you would a cat. Let me tell you a couple of cat stories that may help you change your mind about them. Before I moved out of state with my now husband, I had a roommate who owned a cat. Sure on the surface, he seemed like a quiet gentle cat. He reminded me of
the old "Morris the cat" who was on all those cat commercials. But come 2:00 a.m. every morning, that cat would run around the living room in a wild crazed frenzy like he was on speed. Scratching the furniture, bumping into the doors, and bouncing off the couch. Me in my sleepy haze would have to get up and try to calm him. My roommate had a high powered machine gun water pistol and told me to use it on him. I thought that was a bit cruel and chose not to go down that path. So needless to say, I lost quite a bit of sleep the four months we lived together.
   Oh, I will never forget the time I was visiting my Aunt in Michigan, and we were running errands all day. I was extremely hungry and craving White Castle hamburgers because I can't get them where I live. We bought several White Castles and went back to her house so I could devour the heavenly little things. I placed the little sliders on my plate (while salivating), and proceeded to grab one of them to put in my mouth, and out of the blue, this tiny little creature you call a cat, jumped into my lap at lightning speed and grabbed my burger out of my hand and disappeared like the wind.
   Now my dog wouldn't even dream of making such an attempt. I can honestly say I have the best dog on this planet! I adopted him from a wonderful organization in Barrington Illinois. This shelter will dedicate all their resources to their dobermans. Even if a doberman has a few months to live, just to give them what time they have left more comfortable, they will raise whatever funds to do that.
  Quigley is his name, and when I first laid eyes on him, I knew he would be coming home with us. He was emaciated, depressed, and scared. But I can't explain why I felt that way. It was in my gut. I told my husband, "lets give him a happy retirement". He agreed, and now, almost five years later, we have had no regrets. My dog is also potty trained. When he has to go, he gingerly approaches you and sticks his face in yours and just stares until you get up to take him. He is very quiet and very calm. He walks well on a leash (unless he sees a squirrel or cat). He's very loyal and very protective. He rides like a prince in the car. But I must say, when ever we go out, he thinks every drive-up window is a milk bone dispenser. I have to bring a few in my purse to fool him. Our local bank started this behavior because he receives huge milk bones during our visits. I did bring him inside the bank to visit the ladies one day. He was an angel.
  But back to cats.......like I said most of them have their heads up their....well you know. You go to give them affection and they run from you like you have a contagious disease or something. Oh and whenever you walk into a house of someone who owns a cat, you can always tell by the smell of the cat box. I don't care how clean you are, you can always tell. I also hear cats are finicky. What's that all about. I have no trouble feeding my dog pretty much the same foods, and he never complains or refuses food. I also hear that cats don't enjoy baths. What, do they have some kind of external cleaning apparatus on their bodies? Let me tell you, after a cat has been carousing around the neighborhood and brings you back a poor dead bird or mouse or something, would you want to pick them up and kiss them for their gift that they just bestowed on you? Not to mention, let the dirty little critter into the house and sit on your furniture?
   Oh yeah, they wash themselves, and after a period of time, the fur accumulates in the GI tract, and within time, will make its way back up through the esophagus and out of the mouth and onto your floor (not a party I want to be at). How wonderful!  Good cat, good.

  Here is a picture of my beautiful boy.


 

Cats are better than dogs

Hello, my name is Laura, and I've started this blog with my sister, Lisa. We will discuss a variety of topics both amusing and serious. Lisa and I have a lot in common, but as much as I like dogs, I feel that cats are far better! They're low-maintenance, loving, and quite funny with their wild antics! Where I'm a "cat" person. Lisa is a "dog" person. I'll let her debate her side of this argument next. :)

This is a picture of Chewy and Cookie, who is a tailless cat. (She was born that way, being part Manx.) Cookie likes to climb very high places and has given us some great laughs.

Our kitties are also affectionate, sitting and sleeping near us. Gambit is a love-bug. He's so sweet and gentle. He loves people.

This is Moose. I really miss him. He used to purr and knead my hurt shoulder every night with his "happy feet" or would that be his "hands" since he used his front paws? His low, rumbling purr soothed my tense nerves after a long day--and--neither he nor any or of our other cats ever ate a whole coffee cake then barfed it up everywhere--ahem--but, admittedly, chicken never was safe around them, and don't get me started on tuna. Open up a can of that, and the cats come from the far reaches of the house to circle our feet, meowing as if the world were ending.

When the cats hear the sound our my husband's truck's engine as he pulls up, they jump off the couch or come running from the back room and greet him at the front door. Mozart used to jump over furniture--no wait, he did that when I opened up a can of tuna. At any rate, Mozart was another winner.

When I practice piano, Cookie likes to walk across the keyboard. She has written many songs that way. When she does that while I'm typing up one of my stories at the computer though, some pretty funky stuff comes out. I still don't know what keeeeeeooollllld,,,lss means. Some weird kind of cat language?

Cats are so easy to take care of, and we don't have to walk them, though our neighbor walks her cat. The cat is so trained, she doesn't even need a leash. 

So, Lisa, explain to me why dogs are better than cats? I have given thee challenge.