tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post7234149294928487110..comments2023-09-29T06:58:20.125-07:00Comments on Badtux the Snarky Penguin: Cat TVBadTuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345749557330760251noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-43598998888781959752009-03-15T08:45:00.000-07:002009-03-15T08:45:00.000-07:00Nice happy cats photo. Isn't that how it always i...Nice happy cats photo. Isn't that how it always is? You see the kitties doing something very special, grab the camera, and they stop before you get the shot!!oldwhiteladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15966442124843256715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-41158351460883449912009-03-13T18:24:00.000-07:002009-03-13T18:24:00.000-07:00Good onya for not letting the kittehs out. Felines...Good onya for not letting the kittehs out. Felines, as you know because you're a smart pengy, are hellacious for the environment. One of the reasons Australia's native fauna has been devastated is because of cats -- and not just the feral ones -- which catch the infant forms of this land's ultra-cute furry critters that didn't evolve to defend themselves against sneaky clawed things.<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Bukko forbids letting our two out, even though we have a nice fenced garden. But we live on a busy street, and she's convinced they'll do a suicide runner under the next car's wheels the moment they're through the door.<BR/><BR/>That said, they're hella interested in seeing what's out there. So during times when Mrs. B was back in the U.S. and I remained here, I let the kittehs out under close supervision. But I don't know -- is it better to have a taste of freedom when you can't get it regularly, or to never have it at all?Bukko Boomerangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02424677168216647964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-11666569625896141002009-03-13T18:17:00.000-07:002009-03-13T18:17:00.000-07:00Mencken is smart. He knew you were going to steal ...Mencken is smart. He knew you were going to steal his soul with that contraption of yours.Agihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16778381024099306149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-45844175145943279432009-03-13T11:28:00.000-07:002009-03-13T11:28:00.000-07:00I'm so envious. You have sunshine, no snow and yo...I'm so envious. You have sunshine, no snow and you can let the cats out on the deck without fear of them getting frostbitten paws. Sigh....fjbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13120081721262176259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612609.post-79643476801692627172009-03-13T10:32:00.000-07:002009-03-13T10:32:00.000-07:00Our cats won't go out either. They can be sitting ...Our cats won't go out either. They can be sitting right there in front of the door, we open the door and there they sit, just looknig at you like "What, you want me to go out THERE, I don't think so".<BR/><BR/>One day, Squeak got out the front door and off the steps. All of a sudden I hear this whiny meowing coming from the bushes by the steps. It was Squeak. He looked totally lost and confused. That was the last time he tried that.Grandpa Eddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18125393059316349669noreply@blogger.com