Rowdy Goes Wild or I Shoulda KnownLONG

This house is resembling an asylum more and more....brother in Va.sent me a
big printer
gift - I had been happily 'puting for years w/o a printer at all (*yes*, we
are all wierd in some way or other, no?) and he insists I need one, after
learning my hidden vice: no printer...huge box, filled chockablock with not
foam peanuts, but those other foam thingies that stick to you like crazy.
Digging out printer box, then fishing for paper/3 types inks, I dragged it
all to a large bedroom to wrestle with construction. A strange noise from
living room brought me to door in time to witness a large mass of white foam
thingies flying out of the box with accompanying thingies loose and flying
everywhere! It was BT Rowdy, now quivering and trying to shake off the
offending fur trimmings, which of course, are glued to him with static
electricity like a second fur coat. This time the girls are eyeballing *him*
with astonished disdain, like, "Do we know this dude? He sure smells
familiar. But no one *we* hang with would act like *that*!" I had to laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I will
have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all cleaned
up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr.

--
If there's no cats in heaven, I don't wanna go!

On Sat, 27 Dec 2003 14:54:04 -0800, Hopitus2 wrote
(in message ):

Don't feel alone. I don't have a printer either. Had two and they
always went bad because they just sat around. I never bothered to
replace the last one 3 years ago.

This house is resembling an asylum more and more....brother in Va.sent me a
big printer
gift - I had been happily 'puting for years w/o a printer at all (*yes*, we
are all wierd in some way or other, no?) and he insists I need one, after
learning my hidden vice: no printer...huge box, filled chockablock with not
foam peanuts, but those other foam thingies that stick to you like crazy.
Digging out printer box, then fishing for paper/3 types inks, I dragged it
all to a large bedroom to wrestle with construction. A strange noise from
living room brought me to door in time to witness a large mass of white foam
thingies flying out of the box with accompanying thingies loose and flying
everywhere! It was BT Rowdy, now quivering and trying to shake off the
offending fur trimmings, which of course, are glued to him with static
electricity like a second fur coat. This time the girls are eyeballing *him*
with astonished disdain, like, "Do we know this dude? He sure smells
familiar. But no one *we* hang with would act like *that*!" I had to laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I will
have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all cleaned
up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Hopitus2" wrote

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This time the girls are eyeballing *him*
with astonished disdain, like, "Do we know this dude? He sure smells
familiar. But no one *we* hang with would act like *that*!" I had to
laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment.

ROFL! Poor Rowsy, I hope he's recovered from his ordeal with the Attacking
Foam Aliens. BTW, I don't have a printer at home, either. If I need to print
something out, I send it to work and then print it there.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

LOL; no, he didn't eat any; I got him out from under bed and picked them
all off him; but as I was trying to clean what looked like the "snow flurry"
up in the bedroom, I heard his large self landing in the printer box
*again*! He did it again! This time he sat in the box; his head just visible
atop the ocean of white thingies, till I stomped out there and hauled him
out of it, this time putting the box in another room so he can't get at it
again....would sure like to know what goes on in the minds of cats....kinda
think Rowdy was just "being a bad boy" having fun in the box of strange
attacking white pellets that won't let go on their own.....that box is going
to the swale on trash-day next week.


"CATherine" wrote in message
...
: On Sat, 27 Dec 2003 17:54:04 -0500, "Hopitus2"
: wrote:
:
: This house is resembling an asylum more and more....brother in Va.sent me
a
: big printer
: gift - I had been happily 'puting for years w/o a printer at all (*yes*,
we
: are all wierd in some way or other, no?) and he insists I need one, after
: learning my hidden vice: no printer...huge box, filled chockablock with
not
: foam peanuts, but those other foam thingies that stick to you like crazy.
: snip
:
: That must have been so funny. But I hope he didn't ingest any of it.
: What a mess to clean up. And how would you get it off the cat? Dryer
: sheets?
:
: CATherine
:

Hopitus2 wrote:

I had to laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I will
have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all cleaned
up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.

This gave me a good laugh - what a visual! Although I have to say that
this story isn't the *best* illustration of feline superiority.

Joyce

Hopitus2 wrote:

as I was trying to clean what looked like the "snow flurry" up in
the bedroom, I heard his large self landing in the printer box *again*!
He did it again! This time he sat in the box; his head just visible
atop the ocean of white thingies, till I stomped out there and hauled
him out of it

What?! You mean your first impulse *wasn't* to run for the camera?

I would have loved to see that.

Joyce

Great story! Thanks for the laugh.
Best wishes,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Hopitus2" wrote in message
...
snip It was BT Rowdy, now quivering and trying to shake off the
offending fur trimmings, which of course, are glued to him with static
electricity like a second fur coat. This time the girls are eyeballing
*him*
with astonished disdain, like, "Do we know this dude? He sure smells
familiar. But no one *we* hang with would act like *that*!" I had to
laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I will
have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all cleaned
up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr.

--
If there's no cats in heaven, I don't wanna go!

Oh, the felines are still the superior species.....their planet is way ahead
of ours in technology.....but our sheer size, plus the fact that they lost
their WMD's in the Mothership disaster on our planet, keeps them from
"taking over" in the usual conquering manner! They are forced to be as
adorable as they can; their native language is soothing to our ears (one
form: purrrrr, purrrr) and their appearance pleasing to our eyes; we have
made ourselves slaves to their needs for survival, unaware as we are of
their origin. What rotten luck that their planet's inhabitants are pet-size
here, plus the fact that their gravity was much stronger, hence their
superior leaping/jumping powers on Earth terrain.
But between the new treadmill and that huge box of plastic pellets, the Evil
3 has been really going to town driving the hoomins to a state of anxiety
lately. Camera? Not lately.
Joyce, I'll send you pics of them if you explain your correct email addy. As
you know, I use a fake addy for ng's......bot-paranoid that I am.



wrote in message
...
: Hopitus2 wrote:
:
: I had to laugh,
: which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed,
white
: thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I
will
: have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all
cleaned
: up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.
:
: This gave me a good laugh - what a visual! Although I have to say that
: this story isn't the *best* illustration of feline superiority.
:
: Joyce
:

Hopitus2 wrote:

Joyce, I'll send you pics of them if you explain your correct email
addy.

To email me privately, just remove the X's in the name portion of my
email address (the part before the "@" sign).

Thanks for offering to send pictures!

Joyce

Poor BT Rowdy -- what an upsetting day! Purrs!
Christine
P.S. the words "relax" and "cats" also make me think of oil and water, esp.
in my household, too!
"Hopitus2" wrote in message
...
This house is resembling an asylum more and more....brother in Va.sent me
a
big printer
gift - I had been happily 'puting for years w/o a printer at all (*yes*,
we
are all wierd in some way or other, no?) and he insists I need one, after
learning my hidden vice: no printer...huge box, filled chockablock with
not
foam peanuts, but those other foam thingies that stick to you like crazy.
Digging out printer box, then fishing for paper/3 types inks, I dragged it
all to a large bedroom to wrestle with construction. A strange noise from
living room brought me to door in time to witness a large mass of white
foam
thingies flying out of the box with accompanying thingies loose and flying
everywhere! It was BT Rowdy, now quivering and trying to shake off the
offending fur trimmings, which of course, are glued to him with static
electricity like a second fur coat. This time the girls are eyeballing
*him*
with astonished disdain, like, "Do we know this dude? He sure smells
familiar. But no one *we* hang with would act like *that*!" I had to
laugh,
which of course made matters worse....he headed for under the bed, white
thingies propelling everywhere off him; where he is at this moment. I will
have to move furniture in there to get those **** white things all cleaned
up. Never relax in a house filled with the superior species.....cats.
Arrrrrrrrrrrr.

--
If there's no cats in heaven, I don't wanna go!