Still Learn From My Cat
You know how cats are made. If see a small area that lies over an area more 'big you have to sit on. Do you have a sweater on the couch? Cat above. A lid of a shoebox just resting on the ground? Cat above. So while you have breakfast
if a placemat using the cat comes and sits on, there 'nothing to surprise.
Even if we do nails, even the 'you know what it' that works: If the fabric is' just a bit 'rough' practically an invitation for the cat. If
then a little noise scares the cat, well, can 'happen, you know that cats taking over nothing.
So if the nail of the cat remains stuck in the mat and the cat in the run down the bowl of breakfast and Coffee 'will pay on your white pants when you were already' a bit 'late, and the cup falls to the ground and breaks, not' you can blame the cat.
You could also do without breakfast placemat.
No, no cat no.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Biliblanket Not Working Fast Enough
Fail
After a few good minutes to choose which type you want to try, having discarded the bag, put the bag in the glass and put the glass under the machine you have in the office, press the button and not the water CAFFE '. The coffee
'melon sucks.
After a few good minutes to choose which type you want to try, having discarded the bag, put the bag in the glass and put the glass under the machine you have in the office, press the button and not the water CAFFE '. The coffee
'melon sucks.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Male Genitalia Gallery
What a beautiful summer ...
Sunday morning.
Remko's grandfather has made a couple of days 80. To celebrate, Remko and father went with him to Copenhagen for a weekend, so I find myself enjoying a bit 'of silence and purring cat, all alone in the house. I mean, 'I think I'm all alone.
But first things first.
Still half asleep I get up and go to the bathroom. Here
touches first understand that in Holland separate the bathroom from the toilet and the toilet and that 'a large room more' or less than the cup, the series that if you're too high risk of banging your knees against the door when you sit down. A feeling a bit 'claustrophobic, but you get used to.
So, I sit but I leave the door open, so there 's just the cat.
front of me, on the ground, I see a small black wire gomitolino. I wonder what makes the 'but I say that not know, maybe the cat playing ....
Then came the cat, who is also curious. Smell. As soon as his nose touches the gomitolino, what leaps and turns into a spider.
Oh, toh, was not flush, it was a ra .. OHMMIODDIO!!
started shouting "Kill him! Kill him!"
That poor cat, of course, looks at me as if to say "that there '?" I did? " and flees in terror. Not from the spider, of course, but by me. My only salvation runs and I'm left with no way out. On one hand, I curse the fact that these things should happen only when there is no 'man of the house, on the other are not happy to see me sitting on the toilet with his legs in the air (keep your feet on the ground with a spider in front of me?!? CRAZY BUT WE ?!?!?!)
After interminable moments of panic, I use the only weapon: a calendar with 365 pages, each page in those areas where there is' a story to keep you entertained in times of need. Never felt so 'much needed. Carefully approached the pin to the calendar that is on the ground next to me I do slip in the direction of the spider which he then slipped into the hallway.
At least I can leave.
me, I am standing a bit 'remote, uncertain how to proceed.
The cat comes back. Sniff again. This time I learned my lesson, I avoid ending scream of the monster. The cat lifts her leg and 'flicked the spider, which is transformed back into gomitolino of black thread. Ach, and 'smart my enemy. The cat soon loses interest and looks at me as if to say, "Well? not come down below? you have to force feed me as every morning, come on, come on! ".
I'd go too, but between me and the stairs there is 'the ingenious thing that still pretend to be harmless, but I know that and' a spider, to me there I do not care what mica, tsk.
So now I, here, now, you ', now ... um ...
Eventually I take my secret weapon, this time to get up and splotch! I leave gomitolino fall on that, I suppose, this time becomes harmless seriously. Victoria. I think I scare them, eh? HA!
Override the calendar and come down to breakfast, with the cat that follows me all happy.
When the cat jumps on the table for passing by to say hello as he always does, to nearly anywhere for my cappuccino fright.
The pamphlet then I left the 'all day, just to be sure that you never know.
Son returned to inspect in the late afternoon, armed with vacuum cleaners. Not that I fear, is not it, mind you, but so ', just to remove the corpse of the corridor ... Under the timetable of the spider was still just a kind of relief, but fortunately now there 's just that either. And to think that I would like to live on a farm .... But both the 'there are spiders and insects, right?
However, all this reminded me
Sunday morning.
Remko's grandfather has made a couple of days 80. To celebrate, Remko and father went with him to Copenhagen for a weekend, so I find myself enjoying a bit 'of silence and purring cat, all alone in the house. I mean, 'I think I'm all alone.
But first things first.
Still half asleep I get up and go to the bathroom. Here
touches first understand that in Holland separate the bathroom from the toilet and the toilet and that 'a large room more' or less than the cup, the series that if you're too high risk of banging your knees against the door when you sit down. A feeling a bit 'claustrophobic, but you get used to.
So, I sit but I leave the door open, so there 's just the cat.
front of me, on the ground, I see a small black wire gomitolino. I wonder what makes the 'but I say that not know, maybe the cat playing ....
Then came the cat, who is also curious. Smell. As soon as his nose touches the gomitolino, what leaps and turns into a spider.
Oh, toh, was not flush, it was a ra .. OHMMIODDIO!!
started shouting "Kill him! Kill him!"
That poor cat, of course, looks at me as if to say "that there '?" I did? " and flees in terror. Not from the spider, of course, but by me. My only salvation runs and I'm left with no way out. On one hand, I curse the fact that these things should happen only when there is no 'man of the house, on the other are not happy to see me sitting on the toilet with his legs in the air (keep your feet on the ground with a spider in front of me?!? CRAZY BUT WE ?!?!?!)
After interminable moments of panic, I use the only weapon: a calendar with 365 pages, each page in those areas where there is' a story to keep you entertained in times of need. Never felt so 'much needed. Carefully approached the pin to the calendar that is on the ground next to me I do slip in the direction of the spider which he then slipped into the hallway.
At least I can leave.
me, I am standing a bit 'remote, uncertain how to proceed.
The cat comes back. Sniff again. This time I learned my lesson, I avoid ending scream of the monster. The cat lifts her leg and 'flicked the spider, which is transformed back into gomitolino of black thread. Ach, and 'smart my enemy. The cat soon loses interest and looks at me as if to say, "Well? not come down below? you have to force feed me as every morning, come on, come on! ".
I'd go too, but between me and the stairs there is 'the ingenious thing that still pretend to be harmless, but I know that and' a spider, to me there I do not care what mica, tsk.
So now I, here, now, you ', now ... um ...
Eventually I take my secret weapon, this time to get up and splotch! I leave gomitolino fall on that, I suppose, this time becomes harmless seriously. Victoria. I think I scare them, eh? HA!
Override the calendar and come down to breakfast, with the cat that follows me all happy.
When the cat jumps on the table for passing by to say hello as he always does, to nearly anywhere for my cappuccino fright.
The pamphlet then I left the 'all day, just to be sure that you never know.
Son returned to inspect in the late afternoon, armed with vacuum cleaners. Not that I fear, is not it, mind you, but so ', just to remove the corpse of the corridor ... Under the timetable of the spider was still just a kind of relief, but fortunately now there 's just that either. And to think that I would like to live on a farm .... But both the 'there are spiders and insects, right?
However, all this reminded me
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