Mad kitten
Grandad August 7th, 2009
I wasn’t going to write anything today.
In fact, I wasn’t going to do anything today.
But I started messing with old photographs and came across one I quite like.
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I took it in France last year where our gite was regularly invaded by a rather inquisitive kitten.
I caught that shot as he was exploring an out house.
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Il est le fou irlandais fou avec la barbe et la pipe encore. Peau!
My babelfish fu is weak. That should have been:
“C’est l’homme irlandais fol avec la barbe et la pipe encore. Peau!”
Robert – Just out of interest, I got Babelfish to translate it back…..
“It is the Irish man fol with the beard and the pipe still. Skin!“
Wha??
I’ve been up since 4 this morning and it’s beginning to show! D’oh. Hide = Skin.
Anyway it was supposed to be it is the mad Irishman with the beard and pipe. Hide!
Gah!
Robert – I never would have guessed! [and you can apply that to either your lack of sleep or the translation]
I just got a cat. It’s pregnant so I guess I just got cats.
I think Sandy and Minnie would love it if you brought one back from France for them to play with. The language barrier might be a problem though. As long as Sandy doesnt try use the cat as a testing device to see if the electric fence is working!
One hour ago, I finally got rid of a cat that I’ve been trying to get rid of for 3 months.
I’m off to the pub now to celebrate.
-No more hairs, no more itching, no more stink. Happy days.
Brianf – Have you had a paternity test yet?
Becky – I have enough wildlife around this place without introducing more! Language seems to pose no problems for animals. I wonder how they manage?
Chris P – That is no way to refer to your girlfriend, even if she is an ex.
Oh Jebus Grandad,
don’t get me started on the ex-girlfriend. (12 years of deceit and lies just ended 2 weeks ago.) You touched a raw nerve there, and I’d rather not talk about it for a few years, by which time I might have calmed down.
I still find your powers of perception uncanny. Unbelievable even.
Aw shit!! Sorry Chris P. I was having a quiet chat with Yer Man Up There last night and he told me about it [it's amazing how much He seems to know?] I was sworn to secrecy but it just sort of slipped out [as I said at my last trial but one].
In true french style a sharp, flat and very heavy cutting-blade fell and decapitated the little upperclass feline????
We had an out-house when I was a kid. La chat has probably just been for a ‘oui oui’.
.-= Geri Atric´s last brainfart .. ZWIJNPEST! =-.
Grandad,
The little bugger has quite a wide-eyed look to itself, Herself wasn’t still in there was she???
I ‘hate’ cats…you never own one….’they’ own you….I said ‘they’ because there always seams to be more than one…’thay’ are like magnets…..shoot the lottle fcukers…I hate them.
SAm – You have a very sick mind. I like it!
John O – By ‘Herself’, do you mean Herself or another cat? I don’t think Herself is into bestiality [but I learn something new every day].
Bubbles – I’m not that fond of them myself, but we did have a cat once that I was very fond of – he thought he was a dog. Did you mean to misspell ‘fuckers’?