Friday, October 19, 2012

Talk about cats: ah....we love 'em.

Some guy on Newstalk, an Irish radio station, said that he left Facebook because he couldn’t deal with all the cat pictures and stories anymore. The feckin’ eejit. First of all you have a certain amount of control over what you see on Facebook. You don’t have to look at every update from every friend if you don’t want to. You also have control over what shows up on your timeline. Anyway: good riddance. I don’t want him as a friend anyway.
My better half and myself talk about our cats on Facebook too. See it as revenge for all the baby stories we’ve had to listen to.
No, we don’t have kids. We don’t want them. We have cats. Don’t misunderstand me: I like kids. I just don’t need any myself to live a full and happy life. I have freaked out a few young mothers by stating that I love babies but that I couldn’t eat a whole one. I just got fed up with all the baby talk. So I do understand that people get fed up with cat talk as well.
The kitty pictures on Facebook? Cute, but I don’t really look at them that much. I enjoy my own cats, and trust me: never a dull moment.
They’re also happy with what we give them. They don’t demand designer stuff. They are just as content with a cardboard box as they are with a specialised cat item. They don’t turn into stroppy teenagers who want to play loud music that I don’t like. In fact: they don’t even like loud music.
They even carry their weight in the sense that they bring in food for us.
Much appreciated. (When they look away we quickly get rid of the dead bodies of mice, shrews and rats. We don’t want to look ungrateful or anything but rodents are not really our favourite type of grub).
The only thing I don’t really like about my cats is their farts. Ok: Charlie farts, Tina breaks wind, ‘cause she’s a lady. But she certainly doesn’t smell like a lady when she does. Bloody Hell!! The two of them could be used to scare that Assad character out of Syria and the Taliban into becoming peace-loving Buddhists: chemical warfare and then some. I nearly passed out one time when Charlie……Ah, there I go again: talking lovingly about my cats. That’s why I started this blog, so I wouldn’t annoy too many people on Facebook. I’m nice that way. Although I do share the updates on Facebook, just so people who do like the cat stories know that there’s a new one out and maybe giving the finger just a teeny-weeny bit to all the cat haters on Facebook……..Up yours!

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