The Secret Diary of a Cat

DAY 752 – My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding on the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 – Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair… must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 – Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 – Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was …Hmmm. Not working according to plan…

DAY 768 – I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo.” What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 – There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 – I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.

But I can wait; it is only a matter of time….

The Fanatical Golfer

There once was a man who was so fanatical about his golf game that he used to
play every day without fail. One morning he had played the first hole and was
just about to tee off on the second, when he saw the most gorgeous woman he had
ever seen putting on the first.

The man waited until the woman had reached the second tee and asked if she
would like to join him and they could finish the round together. To his surprise
the woman agreed and they played the remaining holes. Not only was this woman
beautiful, she was also a good golfer.

When they completed their round, the man told the woman that he was a cordon
bleu chef and wine buff. He invited her back to his place for a meal and a few
drinks. The woman accepted enthusiastically and off they went. Back at the house
the man cooked a magnificent meal. In fact it was more than just cooking it was
a performance to behold. They enjoyed good food, good wine and good
conversation.

The man was so taken by the beauty and skill of this woman and desired her no
end. He then asked if she would like to play golf the following morning, to
which she agreed. Once again they enjoyed a great game of golf, a magnificent
evening meal.

This went on for three weeks when the lawyer finally said to the woman,
“Listen, the golf and the company have been fantastic! But, there are only so
many performances a man can take. When are we going to have sex?”

“We can’t,” said the woman.

“Why not?” came the reply.

“Because I’m a transvestite” replied the woman.

“YOU…!” screamed the lawyer, “I CAN’T BELIEVE that you’ve been playing off
the LADIES TEE for the last three weeks!”

Proper terms for today’s woman

She is not:A BAD COOKShe is:MICROWAVE COMPATIBLEShe does not:GET PMSShe becomes:HORMONALLY HOMICIDALShe does not have:A KILLER BODYShe is:TERMINALLY ATTRACTIVEShe is not:A BAD DRIVERShe is:AUTOMOTIVELY CHALLENGEDShe is not a:PERFECT 10She is:NUMERICALLY SUPERIORShe is not:EASYShe is:HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLEShe does not:HATE SPORTS ON TVShe is:ATHLETICALLY BIASEDYou do not ask her:TO DANCEYou request a:PRE-COITAL RHYTHMIC EXPERIENCEShe is not:HOOKED ON SOAP OPERASShe is:MELODRAMATICALLY FIXATEDShe is not:COLD OR FRIGIDShe is:THERMALLY INCOMPATIBLEShe does not:WEAR TOO MUCH MAKE-UPShe is:COSMETICALLY OVERSATURATEDShe does not have:GREAT CLEAVAGEHer breasts are:CENTRALLY LOCATEDShe is not:A SCREAMER OR MOANERShe is:VOCALLY APPRECIATIVEShe does not:SUN BATHEShe experiences:SOLAR ENHANCEMENTShe does not:CUT YOU OFFShe becomes:HORIZONTALLY INACCESSIBLEShe does not have:BIG HAIRShe is:OVERLY AEROSOLEDShe does not:SHOP TOO MUCHShe is:OVERLY SUSCEPTIBLE TO MARKETING PLOYS

Things That Sound Dirty

* “Whew, that’s one terrific spread!”
* “I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.”

* “Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.”

* “Talk about a huge breast!”

* “It’s Cool Whip time!”

* “If I don’t undo my pants, I’ll burst!”

* “Are you ready for seconds yet?”

* “Are you going to come again next Year?”

* “It’s a little dry, do you still want to eat it?”

* “Just wait your turn, you’ll get some!”

* “Don’t play with your meat.”

* “Just spread the legs open & stuff it in.”

* “Do you think you’ll be able to handle all these people at once?”

* “I didn’t expect everyone to come at once!”

* “You still have a little bit on your chin.”

* “Use a nice smooth stroke when you whip it.”

* “How long will it take after you stick it in?”

* “You’ll know it’s ready when it pops up.”

* “Wow, I didn’t think I could handle all of that!”

* “How many are coming?”

* “That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

* “Just lay back & take it easy…I’ll do the rest.”

* “How long do I beat it before it’s ready?”

Dr. Seuss Episode of ER

IF DR SEUSS WROTE AN EPISODE OF ER – –

Kerry: Now Mark, I think this ER’s great,
But. . . there are problems that can’t wait!
Now Benton’s fine, and Carter too,
But Ross and Susan just won’t do!
Now who do you think that we should hire,
Since both of them today I’ll fire?

Mark: Kerry, maybe we should wait and see. . .
Kerry: That’s great Mark! I knew you would agree. . .

Jerry: Dr. Weaver? Sorry to interrupt. . .
But the paramedics just pulled up.

Mark: Ok, I’m here. What have you got?

Shep: This little boy has just been shot!
His pulse is faint, his breath is weak.
We did all we could to stop the leak.

Riley: And this woman here, she has a broken hip. . .

Carol: How did she fall? How did she trip?

Shep: The kid’s mom was getting in my hair,
So I shoved her–lightly–down some stairs.

Mark: Benton, Kerry! Take the mom to three!
Doug and Susan! Come with me!

Riley: But wait, but wait! Oh don’t you see?
We’ve got some more; one, two, and three.

Kerry: You’ve got three more? How can this be?
Explain it, tell it all to me!

Riley: Well, Shep was driving. Really fast.
A light turned red. Shep hit the gas.
We hit a car, it hit two more.
Soon the total rose by four.
Another bang! Another crash!
But we couldn’t stay, we had to dash!
We grabbed these three but I am sure,
The injured totaled sixty score!

Carter: These people really are a mess!
Their injuries I cannot guess!
It makes me sick, my knees are weak,
A toilet I must soon go seek. . .

Benton: It’s ok Carter! Stay on your toes!
It doesn’t get worse than this you know!
To Trauma four let’s take these three.
You can do it, come with me!

Green: Ok, let’s get this boy on the table.
To save his life if we are able!

Haleh: Dr. Green! This boy is cyanotic!
I can’t find a pulse. . . oh, wait I’ve got it!
But it is weak! Oh, woe is us!

Doug: Give him saline! IV push!
CBC, chem 7, stat!
We will save him, bet on that!
Oh no, he’s showing poor perfusion!
Lydia, start a blood transfusion!

Lydia: But Dr. Ross, I hate to say.
The blood bank didn’t come today!
We’re out of blood, I can’t believe!

Doug: Here, use mine! (rolls up his sleeve)

Kerry: We need some help! There’s been a crash!
Someone’s heart stopped with a flash!
But Dr. Benton saved the day,
And Carter’s going to be ok.

Susan: What can I do, where can I go?
I’m not incompetent you know!
I deserve a chance and with good reason,
I only killed one guy last season!

Mark: It’s fine! It’s done, the kid’s ok.
We’re sending him up on his way.
To surgery he’s off to go,
They must sew up that bullet hole.
But Dr. Ross, he’s out of sorts. . .
We had to take a dozen quarts.

Benton: Ok, we’re done. I did it all.
I used a double breasted suture saw.
I closed them up, I fixed their ills.
I patched their wounds, I gave them pills.
I have their livers in this sack.
I did it all, behind my back.
I need more patients, give me more!
I just cured three, now give me four!

Carter: What happened? Did I miss it all?
I saw some blood. I took a fall.
But it doesn’t matter, we saved the day!

Carol: Get ready! There’s more on the way!

FBI Want-Ads

The FBI puts an Ad in the newspaper, “Wanted FBI agents.” After sorting through all the applicants they narrow it down to three. They bring the first in for an interview and the interviewing agent says to the gentleman, “We are the FBI, we solemnly do the duty of the country and always put the country before ourselves. Anything asked of us, we must do. Whether we like it or not. All our agents must be totally loyal.” The guy responds that he always wanted to be an FBI agent and it has been his dream.

The agent then pulls out a gun and puts it on the table. “Please, go into the next room where your wife is and shoot her.”

The gentleman gets a repulsed look upon his face. “I can’t do that. She is my wife and I love her with all my heart!”

The agent than says that he just isn’t FBI material, but thanks him for coming down.

They then bring in the second man. The agent goes over the speel of loyalty for the country above all else. “I always wanted to be an agent, my lifelong goal it was ever since I was a school boy,” he replies.

The agent than proceeds to pull out the gun and place it on the table. “Please, go into the next room and shoot your wife,” FBI agent says, calmly.

The man than replies, “I can’t do that, although we have our problems, I can’t kill her. She is the mother of my three kids…she’s just too important.”

The agent offers his respect, but with regret tells him that he just isn’t FBI material.

Finally, the third gentleman is brought in. They go over the speel and the agent puts the gun on the table and asks him to go shoot his wife. The man nods, takes the gun and enters the next room.

Five or six shots are heard and then are proceeded by sounds of things slamming into the wall, tables splintering and shattering, muffled screams and metal bending. The FBI agent runs to the room with astonishment and confusion on his face.

“What did you do?”

The man calmly replies, “The gun was full of blanks, so I had to beat her to death with a chair!”

Cat Heaven

One day a cat dies of natural causes and goes to heaven. There
he meets the Lord Himself. The Lord says to the cat “you lived a
good life and if there is any way I can make your stay in heaven
more comfortable, please let me know.” The cat thinks for a
moment and says “Lord, all my life I have lived with a poor
family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor.” The Lord stops
the cat and says, “say no more.” And a wonderful fluffy pillow
appears.

A few days later 6 mice are killed in a tragic farming accident
and go to heaven. Again there is the Lord there to greet them
with the same offer. The mice answer, “All of our lives we have
been chased. We have had to run from cats, dogs and even women
with brooms. Running, running, running; we’re tired of running.
Do you think we could have roller skates so we don’t have to run
anymore?” The Lord says, “Say no more.” and fits each mouse with
beautiful new roller skates.

About a week later the Lord stops by to see the cat and finds
him snoozing on the pillow. The Lord gently wakes the cat and
asks him, “How are things since you are here?” The cat stretches
and yawns and replies, “It is wonderful here. Better than I
could have ever expected. And those ‘Meals On Wheels’ you’ve
been sending by are theeeeeeeee best!!!”

Little johnny’s gift

On the last day of kindergarten, all the children brought presents for their teacher. The florist’s son handed the teacher a gift. She shook it, held it up and said, “I bet I know what it is – it’s some flowers!” “That’s right!” shouted the little boy.

Then the candy store owner’s daughter handed the teacher a gift. She held it up, shook it and said. “I bet I know what it is – it’s a box of candy!” “That’s right!” shouted the little girl.

The next gift was from the liquor store owner’s son, little johnny. The teacher held it up and saw that it was leaking. She touched a drop with her finger and tasted it.

“Is it wine?” she asked.
“No,” little johnny answered.

The teacher touched another drop to her tongue.
“Is it champagne?” she asked. “No,” he answered.
Finally, the teacher said, “I give up. What is it?”

Little johnny replied, “A puppy!”

Armed Woman’s Attitude Test

The media, both entertainment and news, have grotesquely skewed the public image of women who choose to responsibly own firearms for self-defense. Unfortunately, constant exposure to public image can affect self-image. That can be dangerous, whether the result is a woman who becomes anorexic or a woman who allows herself to be talked out of exercising her absolute right to effective personal protection.

This Armed Woman’s Attitude Test is offered in the hopes of putting some of the false images into a proper perspective. Please circle A, B, or C in answer to each question.

What is the real meaning of that pink T-shirt with a revolver on it that says, “The ultimate in feminine protection?”
A. Obviously a plot by seditious gun fanatics from the NRA.
B. Ultimate force equals ultimate personal protection.
C. A 9mm for “light days” and a .44 Magnum for “heavy days.

For rape and assault prevention, a whistle is:
A. All you’ll ever need.
B. Next to useless with nothing to back it up.
C. The signal to “Fire!”

The movie _Thelma_&_Louise_ was:
A. An insidious Hollywood plot to stamp out femininity and glorify mindless violence by women.
B. A female buddy film that included allegories of empowerment.
C. A training film.

What was technically wrong with the scene in Thelma & Louise where the two women disarmed a Texas State Police Officer.
A. Real women would never do anything as tacky, tasteless, and altogether gauche as pointing guns at a man, let alone taking his icky, disgusting gun for their own use.
B. There is no Texas State Police per se, but rather a Department of Public Safety that includes a Highway Patrol; they do not authorize the .45 1911 auto for carry except by Texas Rangers; the ammo on the officer’s belt was revolver cartridges in single loops, not appropriate auto pistol ammo in magazines.
C. The dumb broads left a perfectly good shotgun clamped to the dashboards of the cruiser.

A mouse runs across the kitchen floor. The proper response it to:
A. Climb onto a high stool and scream for a man to help you.
B. Call the exterminator.
C. Link up the belt feed to the M-60.

You are discussing the depressing local crime statistics with your good-hearted neighbor, Ralph, who suggests that you buy a .25 caliber pistol for home defense. You reply:
A. “Never! A woman who buys a gun has humiliatingly surrendered to the evil ethos of mindless macho sexist brute force!”
B. “An amusing suggestion, Ralph, but don’t you think it’s a little light for the purpose?”
C. “Only to plant in the dead hand of the next little weasel stupid enough to give me wimpy advice like that!”

What is your reaction to the concept of a bra holster?
A. “Yeech! It would be an obscene juxtaposition of the icon of death with the symbol of nurturing!”
B. “Uncomfortable and impractical, designed by males for females.”
C. “Not a bad idea, so long as it doesn’t get in the way when you reach for the MAC-10 sub-machinegun in your shoulder sling.”

Define “male.”
A. The first syllable of “malevolance,” which in turn is only one letter short of “male violence.”
B. An individual of the opposite sex.
C. A quaint anachronism, once useful for protection of females, but rendered obsolete by contemporary firepower.

Where, in the scheme of things defensive, do such spray products as Mace and CapStun belong?
A. Nowhere! If you just show your attacker compassion and understanding, you won’t need nasty things like that.
B. At the lower-threat levels of the Use of Force Continuum.
C. In the medicine cabinet; real women use mace instead of Feminique.

You are cornered in your home by a knife-wielding intruder. He ignores your command to halt, and charges you with the knife upraised. How many shots should you fire?
A. None. It would be better to die than sacrifice moral victory by using “his” kind of force.
B. As many shots as are necessary to stop the attack.
C. A minimum of fifty shots. Hey, when is the next time you’ll get a chance like this to express yourself, and get in touch with your feelings?

Grading the Exam

If 8 or more (80 %) of your answers were “A,” it is time to check into a Reality Clinic. Perhaps the meek will inherit the earth, but only when the rest of us are done with it.

If 8 or more of your answers were “B,” welcome to the land of the well-adjusted adults who manage their own responsibilities with an appropriate level of power.

If 8 or more of your answers were “C,” don’t feel too bad. Society may not have a place for you, but Hollywood will, as soon as they start casting for the lead role in _Bride_of_Rambo_.

It’s a “Guy Thing”………

“It’s a guy thing.”

Really means: “There is no rational thought pattern connected with it,
and you have no chance at all of making it logical.”

“Can I help with dinner?”
Really means: “Why isn’t it already on the table?”

“Uh huh,” “Sure, honey,” or “Yes, dear.”
Really means: Absolutely nothing. It’s a conditioned response.

“It would take too long to explain.”
Really means: “I have no idea how it works.”

“I’m getting more exercise lately.”
Really means: “The batteries in the remote are dead.”

“We’re going to be late.”
Really means: “Now I have a legitimate excuse to drive like a maniac.”

“Take a break, honey, you’re working too hard.”
Really means: “I can’t hear the game over the vacuum cleaner.”

“That’s interesting, dear.”
Really means: “Are you still talking?”

“Honey, we don’t need material things to prove our love.”
Really means: “I forgot our anniversary again.”

“You expect too much of me.”
Really means: “You want me to stay awake.”

“That’s women’s work.”
Really means: “It’s difficult, dirty, and thankless.”

“You know how bad my memory is.”
Really means: “I remember the theme song to ‘F Troop’, the address of the first girl I ever kissed and the Vehicle Identification Numbers of every car I’ve ever owned, but I forgot your birthday.”

“Oh, don’t fuss. I just cut myself, it’s no big deal.”
Really means: “I have severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I’m hurt.”

“I do help around the house.”
Really means: “I once put a dirty towel in the laundry basket.”

“Hey, I’ve got my reasons for what I’m doing.”
Really means: “I sure hope I think of some reasons pretty soon.”

“I can’t find it.”
Really means: “It didn’t fall into my outstretched hands, so I’m completely clueless.”

“What did I do this time?”
Really means: “What did you catch me doing?”

“I heard you.”
Really means: “I have no idea what you just said, and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don’t spend the next 3 days yelling at me.”

“You look terrific.”
Really means: “Oh, please don’t try on one more outfit. I’m starving.”

“I missed you.”
Really means: “I can’t find my sock drawer, the kids are hungry and we are out of toilet paper.”

“I’m not lost. I know exactly where we are.”
Really means: “I’m lost. I have no idea where we are, and no one will ever see us alive again.”

“We share the housework.”
Really means: “I make the messes, you clean them up.”

“This relationship is getting too serious.”
Really means: “You’re cutting into the time I spend with my truck.”

“I don’t need to read the instructions.”
Really means: “I am perfectly capable of screwing it up without printed help.”