Flying cats

"CK" wrote
And this one
time it was in the middle of winter, freezing cold (some -20 to -25
degrees C = -4 to -13 F). snippage So we had to dress
warm with long john undies, warm pants, felt insulated boots etc. etc.

This reminded me of those lovely childhood winters, when you had to dress in
three-four layers of clothes to go out and play, and then when you had to
go, you rushed inside and it took ages (or so it seemed) to peel of layer
after layer before you could go.

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Marina wrote:

This reminded me of those lovely childhood winters, when you had to dress in
three-four layers of clothes to go out and play, and then when you had to
go, you rushed inside and it took ages (or so it seemed) to peel of layer
after layer before you could go.

Isn't there some story, or joke or something, about someone who peed
outside on an extremely cold night and got her butt stuck to something?
(Why am I thinking it was the car's bumper?) Does anyone know this
story?

Joyce

Karen wrote:

in article , David Stevenson at

I don't know about that, but I do know that if you are in a semi-public
location, without even a bush to duck behind, and you are really
desperate, skirts are far more convenient than shorts or slacks.

I am sure we *all* wanted to know that ......

ROTFLMAO!! Oh, that made my night.

Ha, I wonder what he thought of the beer cup suggestion?

Joyce

skrev i meddelandet ...
I do love to pop into a thread after it's been going on a while,
just to see how it's mutated. I see that this thread has gone from
intercontinental flights for cats to peeing positions.


Joyce

I love these long winding threads.
Elisabet

Quite handy actually, but wouldn't work for me 'cause I can't
even pee in front of my own husband!

Pity my husband, as I can pee, sh*t, fart etc., etc., in front of mine
(reciprocated I must say). One shouldn't consider marrying someone unless you
feel comfortable being on farting terms ;-)

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dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:

Pity my husband, as I can pee, sh*t, fart etc., etc., in front of mine
(reciprocated I must say). One shouldn't consider marrying someone unless you
feel comfortable being on farting terms ;-)


My hubby wasn't used to company in the toilet in the beginning of our
living together. This I can understand after having visited his parents'
house several times. They have a big enough house with the bathroom
facilities counting one wood-fire sauna in the basement and an electric
one in connection with the bathroom (without a toilet) on the ground
floor. But the actual toilet is about the size of a broom closet. It
only just fits the toilet seat, wash basin and a small wall-fixed
cabinet for toiletries and stuff. No way there could be more than one
person, at least not adults.

He got all huffy and puffy when I intruded on his "toilet-peace" in the
early days. I'd go brushing my teeth, combing my hair or such, as we've
always had just the one bathroom with the toilet seat included, no
separate toilet and I'm used to family members being in there at the
same time since childhood. Oh well, nowadays he just says, "you may want
to leave as I'm gonna take a dump"...

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dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:

Quite handy actually, but wouldn't work for me 'cause I can't
even pee in front of my own husband!

Pity my husband, as I can pee, sh*t, fart etc., etc., in front of mine
(reciprocated I must say). One shouldn't consider marrying someone unless you
feel comfortable being on farting terms ;-)



Pity me. Rob's whole family is that open. I'm just as bad as the rest
now, but at first I used to turn beet red whenever Rob's dad would pass
gas, then say "Gator snorted." His mom was a lady as always, and would
just ignore him, but we had a lot of laughs about it, after we got to
know each other.

Pam S.

Stacey wrote:

piggybacking

Have a wonderful trip, and remind Tiger that he can't bring any sharp
instruments on the plane!



TIGER!!!! Hide your claws! Don't show your teeth! Play dumb. Don't
let them know you can use your brains. Play it safe. Purrs for a good
flight.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.

Be sure and set up a few video cameras so we can all share the first
time Nathan brings home a serious bird. We'll be taking odds on how long
she stays before turning you all in for polluting the environment.

Patty used to blush furiously when she let a 'squeaker,' but now she
just lets fly and sings out, "Bullfrog!"

I hesitated to add to this discussion as we were all into 'information
overload!'

Tanada wrote:

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:

Quite handy actually, but wouldn't work for me 'cause I can't
even pee in front of my own husband!

Pity my husband, as I can pee, sh*t, fart etc., etc., in front of mine
(reciprocated I must say). One shouldn't consider marrying someone unless you
feel comfortable being on farting terms ;-)




Pity me. Rob's whole family is that open. I'm just as bad as the rest
now, but at first I used to turn beet red whenever Rob's dad would pass
gas, then say "Gator snorted." His mom was a lady as always, and would
just ignore him, but we had a lot of laughs about it, after we got to
know each other.

Pam S.

Tanada wrote:
now, but at first I used to turn beet red whenever Rob's dad would pass
gas, then say "Gator snorted." His mom was a lady as always, and would
just ignore him, but we had a lot of laughs about it, after we got to

I'm not big on body sounds/odors, but we all fart. That's a fact.
Thankfully, both my parents and Tom's are way too polite to fart in
front of others. One time we were at Tom's parents' house, watching TV.
Tom's dad had fallen asleep in his recliner, as he usually does.
Suddenly, he let out a very loud fart. Mary was horrified, you would not
believe the expression in her face. I pretended I didn't hear it and
continued our conversation. Tom and I later laughed about it, after his
parents had gone to bed...
I like privacy when I'm in the potty, it bothers me when Tom has to come
in to get something. It's my private time. I only share it with Rufous!
Peeing I don't mind.

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