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Post by Mr. Pathetic on May 2, 2008 1:10:42 GMT -5
Or what I like to call, return of the humor column.... sorta... I've had two humor columns published in the White Hall Progress, which is the sister paper of sorts for the Pine Bluff Commercial-the one I work mostly for, so far (first time in almost a year getting a column in print). If all goes well it'll at least be a bi-weekly sort of thing. I'll post the two columns they've used.   |
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Post by Motown Scrapper on May 2, 2008 1:26:51 GMT -5
Yeahy I know all about cat's I call mine Goofball...and he lives up to his name. When he wants to go out side he will only go out a cretain door...and it's not the same door. I have to try to figure out what door he wants out of...or whether or not he's making a 'weather check' and many times he chan ges his mind about going out...,the minutes later he's jumping on top of the keyboard in my lap wanting out...And once again I have to figure out which door he wants out of.
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Post by xtrahmxwohld on May 2, 2008 8:25:53 GMT -5
Our cats are the mooch and the hurricane. We got lucky with Padme, the mooch, she's a smart cat and doesn't get into too much trouble...besides begging for food....but don't try giving her any of that beef or pork stuff...fish and chicken are the only things she'll eat. Of course that doesn't stop her from licking the grease out of the pan we used to fry hamburgers.
We had picked up Cleopatra as a companion to Padme but she was dumber than a box of rocks and Padme barely tolerated her...so we gave her away to a nice family and picked up the hurricane, Harlee Quin. Harlee is also a smart cat, but she's still a kitten and has way too much energy. Some days I think she'll be lucky to survive to get out of kitten stage...and I can't wait for that day to arrive.
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Post by dougglendower on May 3, 2008 0:44:18 GMT -5
Really? Jeez, I had two dogs and I swear you can't find two stupider animals than them. Rusty entertains himself by getting his head stuck in the wroght iron fence, while Honey likes to bounce up and down on the back pation to get our attentions, inevitably forgetting where she is and bounding into the pool.
It ain't just cats, bub.
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