A Cat’s Guide To Human Beings

Introduction: Why Do We Need Humans?

So you’ve decided to get yourself a human being. In doing so, you’ve joined the millions of other cats who have acquired these strange and often frustrating creatures. There will be any number of times, during the course of your association with humans, when you will wonder why you have bothered to grace them with your presence.

What’s so great about humans, anyway? Why not just hang around with other cats? Our greatest philosophers have struggled with this question for centuries, but the answer is actually rather simple:

THEY HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS.

Which makes them the perfect tools for such tasks as opening doors, getting the lids off of cat food cans, changing television stations and other activities that we, despite our other obvious advantages, find difficult to do ourselves. True, chimps, orangutans and lemurs also have opposable thumbs, but they are nowhere as easy to train.

How And When to Get Your Human’s Attention

Humans often erroneously assume that there are other, more important activities than taking care of your immediate needs, such as conducting business, spending time with their families or even sleeping.

Though this is dreadfully inconvenient, you can make this work to your advantage by pestering your human at the moment it is the busiest. It is usually so flustered that it will do whatever you want it to do, just to get you out of its hair. Not coincidentally, human teenagers follow this same practice.

Here are some tried and true methods of getting your human to do what you want:

Sitting on paper: An oldie but a goodie. If a human has paper in front of it, chances are good it’s something they assume is more important than you. They will often offer you a snack to lure you away. Establish your supremacy over this wood pulp product at every opportunity. This practice also works well with computer keyboards, remote controls, car keys and small children.

Waking your human at odd hours: A cat’s “golden time” is between 3:30 and 4:30 in the morning. If you paw at your human’s sleeping face during this time, you have a better than even chance that it will get up and, in an incoherent haze, do exactly what you want. You may actually have to scratch deep sleepers to get their attention; remember to vary the scratch site to keep the human from getting suspicious.

Punishing Your Human Being

Sometimes, despite your best training efforts, your human will stubbornly resist bending to your whim. In these extreme circumstances, you may have to punish your human. Obvious punishments, such as scratching furniture or eating household plants, are likely to backfire; the unsophisticated humans are likely to misinterpret the activities and then try to discipline YOU. Instead, we offer these subtle but nonetheless effective alternatives:

Use the cat box during an important formal dinner.

Stare impassively at your human while it is attempting a romantic interlude.

Stand over an important piece of electronic equipment and feign a hairball attack.

After your human has watched a particularly disturbing horror film, stand by the hall closet and then slowly back away, hissing and yowling.

While your human is sleeping, lie on its face.

Rewarding Your Human:

Should Your Gift Still Be Alive?

The cat world is divided over the etiquette of presenting humans with the thoughtful gift of a recently disembowelled animal. Some believe that humans prefer these gifts already dead, while others maintain that humans enjoy a slowly expiring cricket or rodent just as much as we do, given their jumpy and playful movements in picking the creatures up after they’ve been presented.

After much consideration of the human psyche, we recommend the following: cold blooded animals (large insects, frogs, lizards, garden snakes and the occasional earthworm) should be presented dead, while warm blooded animals (birds, rodents, your neighbour’s Pomeranian) are better still living. When you see the expression on your human’s face, you’ll know it’s worth it.

How Long Should You Keep Your Human?

You are only obligated to your human for one of your lives. The other eight are up to you. We recommend mixing and matching, though in the end, most humans (at least the ones that are worth living with) are pretty much the same. But what do you expect? They’re humans, after all. Opposable thumbs will only take you so far.

Free Beers

Bruce and Joe were down on their luck and needed a beer.After checking their pockets and finding only 50 cents,Bruce came up with a brilliant idea.”I’ll take the 50 cents and show you how we can drink all day for free!” He went into a butcher’s shop and bought a single sausage,which he stuck in Joe’s fly. They then went to a nearby bar.”Two beers,” said Bruce to the barman. They downed the beers as fast as they could and the barman waited for the money. All of a sudden, Bruce got down on his knees and began sucking the sausage hanging out of Joe’s fly.”Get out of my bar, you gay bastards!” the barman screamed and booted them out the door. They did this all day, going to about 16 bars and getting thrown out before paying for their beers.”I just can’t do this anymore,” Bruce whined.”My knees are getting sore from kneeling down on the floor so much. We’ll have to swap places.””We can’t,” said Joe.”We lost the sausage after the third pub.”

Nude Hand Signals

A man is doing yard work and his wife is about to take a shower. The man realizes that he can’t find the rake. He yells up to his wife, “Where is the rake?”She can’t hear him and shouts back, “What?”The man first points to his eye, then points to his knee and finally makes a raking motion.The wife not sure and says, “What?” The man repeats his gestures.The wife replies that she understands and signals back. She first points to her eye, next she points to her left breast, then she points to her butt, and finally to her crotch.Well there is no way in hell the man can even come close on that one. Exasperated, he goes upstairs and asks her, “What in the friggin hell was that?”She replies, “EYE–LEFT TIT — BEHIND — THE BUSH!”

On the road again

This guy wants to be a proctologist, and he wants to be a really good proctologist, so he decides to go down to the morgue after class and practice a little. Well, he uncovers the first guy and there is a cork in his butt! He thinks it’s a little strange, so he pulls it and music starts playing!”. . . On the road again, just can’t wait to get on the road again…”. The guy really freaks out! He runs and gets the M.A. and drags the poor guy back to the table. “Look!” he says, and pulls the cork out again, “. . . On the road again . . .”The M.A. is totally unimpressed…”So what?” he says.”Isn’t that the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?”, the guy asked. “Are you kidding?” says the M.A. “Any asshole can sing country music!”

Getting a date.

There was a loser who couldn’t get a date. He went to a bar and asked this one guy how to get a date. The guy said, “It’s simple. I just say, I’m a lawyer.”

So the guy went up to a pretty woman and asked her out. After she said “No,” he told her that it was probably a good thing because he had a case early in the morning.
She said, “Oh!!!! Your a lawyer?”
He said, “Why,… Yes I am!”

So they went to his place and when they were in bed, screwing, he started to laugh to himself. When she asked what was so funny, he answered,
“Well, I’ve only been a lawyer for 15 minutes, and I’m already screwing someone!”

Blinds Man

A nun in the convent walked into the bathroom where mother superior
was taking a shower. “There is a blind man to see you,” she says.
“Well, if he is a blind man, than it does not matter if I’m in the
shower. Send him in.”

The blind man walks into the bathroom, and mother superior starts to
tell him how much she appreciates him working at the convent for them.
She goes on and on and 10 minutes later the man interrupts: “That’s
nice and all, ma’am, but you can put your clothes on now. Where do you
want me to put these blinds?

Golf confession

A man goes to the confessional. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“What is your sin, my child?” the priest asks back.

“Well,” the man starts, “I used some horrible language this week and I feel absolutely terrible.”

“When did you do use this awful language?” said the priest.

“I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 250 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards.”

“Is that when you swore?”

“No, Father.” Said the man. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in his mouth and began to run away.”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asked the priest again.

“Well, no,” said the man, “You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asked the amazed priest.

“No, not yet.” The man replied. “As the eagle carried the squirrel away in his claws, it flew towards the green. And as it passed over a bit of forest near the green, the squirrel dropped my ball.”

“Did you swear THEN?” asked the now impatient priest.

“No, because as the ball fell it struck a tree, bounced through some bushes, careened off a big rock, and rolled through a sand trap onto the green and stopped within six inches of the hole.”

“You missed the damn putt, didn’t you?” sighed the priest.

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by calamjo

Hans Across Iraq

Dear Mr. Blix,
Welcome to Iraq! It is so good of you and your Weapons Inspectors to visit my
humble nation once again. My people are overjoyed to assist the totally neutral
and gloriously impotent UN in serving their American Masters. I realize that
many of you would much rather be touring the Third World for some magnificently
ineffective do-nothing NGO, but alas you are here compromising your values on
behalf of Western oil companies.

Before you wipe the blood from your hands and get down to the business of
concocting reasons for the US to bomb us back to the stone ages of 1991, I
thought I�d help reorient you to the ways of magical Baghdad with a few �Dos�
and �Don�ts�.

DO:
Slavishly patronize Baghdad locals with chocolate bars and worthless Western
baubles. Nothing ingratiates us more to intrusive throngs of chubby, sweaty,
lobster-red warmongers then when they pass out meaningless tchotkes to us Third
World �savages�. We will remember these tokens as we dance on your bleached
bones. I joke!

DO:
Ignore my playful peoples penchant for recreational HAZMAT suit use. Moreover,
ignore the glowing, three-tailed rats that are indigenous to Baghdad. While
you�re at it, ignore the totally desolate warehouse full of rotting canisters at
the corner of Saddam Is Great Avenue and Drown In Blood Yankee Dogs Boulevard.

DO:
Feel free to enter any building, factory, or hospital you desire. And while
you�re busy violating my paranoid and fragile egos sovereignty, feel free to
double-check the bedpans of the dying, gut the teddy bears of orphans, and pour
into the dirt any and all bottles of weapons grade baby formula you might
uncover.

DON�T:
Forget your high-tech Weapons of Mass Destruction Poking Sticks or Nintendo
Gameboys at the hotel. We know that without these useless, aesthetic �tools� you
cannot unearth the make-believe stores of plutonium I don�t have hidden
underneath my opulent Presidential Palaces that my people willed me to build for
my own noble pleasures.

DON�T:
Ignore the cultural relativism we know you studied in your Liberal Arts
Colleges. We humble Iraqis have a far different culture than the advanced West.
Whereas you respect the differences between languages, cultures and value
systems, I want to kill. Kill you, your family, friends, grammar school
teachers, the Israelis, whole bunches of Saudis and just for good measure, my
new yet treacherous-looking barber Adnan.

DON�T:
Mock our cherished Iraqi way of life. While you might think it barbaric and
backward, our seemingly brutal governmental system is based on sound fascistic
principles that have helped keep the majority of Arabs in splendid desolate
squalor for decades.

I truly hope your stay here is a positive experience. I pray that those of you
I do not like do not accidentally get caught in the crossfire of the invasion
you are busy inventing!

In Me I Trust,
Saddam

Ventriliquist

This guy is just starting off his career as a ventriliquist and he’s going around town looking for a job. He finds one at a local nightclub.

So, on his first night, he’s going through his normal routine of blonde jokes. All of a sudden, this blonde stands up in the fourth row and says, “Excuse me, mister, but no physical attribute of mine affects my mental capability!”

The guy is flabbergasted. He stands up and tries to apologize, but is cut off when she says, –

“You stay out of this, mister. I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to that jerk on your knee!”