CoTT 2 House of Cards

[Albert1434]

And Clo find out his first name. Ask some one who works there what his name is and when they tell you say oh I know that what his last name 

[clochette]

6 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

And Clo find out his first name. Ask some one who works there what his name is and when they tell you say oh I know that what his last name 

Sneaky!

[Thorn Wilde]

25 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

He was named after a charter in a story "The Egyptian" by Mika Waltari Great story

My mum's always named her pets for mythological and ancient historic people. So we've had Cassandra, Oedipus, Anubis, Serapis, and Meritaten. When she was younger she had Isis, Nefertiti, Totmes, Ramses (cats), and also Minerva and Hannibal, who were guinea pigs. I decided to go for scientists (hence Tesla and Lovelace) and artists for mine. Naming pets is fun.  I really admire people who give their pets utterly normal human names. It always sounds so funny to me, lol! My aunt has a cat named Molly.

 

10 minutes ago, Caz Pedroso said:

 

Hi Page  

Hi Caz!  

[Albert1434]

1 minute ago, Thorn Wilde said:

My mum's always named her pets for mythological and ancient historic people. So we've had Cassandra, Oedipus, Anubis, Serapis, and Meritaten. When she was younger she had Isis, Nefertiti, Totmes, Ramses (cats), and also Minerva and Hannibal, who were guinea pigs. I decided to go for scientists (hence Tesla and Lovelace) and artists for mine. Naming pets is fun.  I really admire people who give their pets utterly normal human names. It always sounds so funny to me, lol! My aunt has a cat named Molly.

 

Hi Caz!  

Oh I very much like that 

[Albert1434]

I guess the longer you have a pet the more you miss them in the end 

[Albert1434]

I had Sinaway for over 20 years

[Thorn Wilde]

1 minute ago, Albert1434 said:

I had Sinaway for over 20 years

Wow, that is one old cat! Though I've got to say, I miss Lovelace a lot even though I only had her for three years. She was a very special, if whimsical and slightly daft kitty. Also, Tesla and Lovelace are the first pets I've had of my own. You know, since I moved out and stuff.

[Albert1434]

All my cats were indoor cats

[Albert1434]

The first animal to go extinct from Global warming was a mouse in Australia. And Dt started a new campaign against Global warming 

From rising waters

Edited February 20, 2019 by Albert1434

[Marty]

5 hours ago, Thorn Wilde said:

She's been like that ever since her sister sadly passed away. She's a sweet kitten. I'd like for her to eventually be able to come and go from the bedroom, but it needs to be tidier first.

 

What needs to be tidier? The kitten or the bedroom?

[Albert1434]

Aloha Marty

[Thorn Wilde]

26 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

All my cats were indoor cats

That helps. Although Isis, who also had time to turn 20, was an outdoor cat for most of her life. Of course, that was out in the country faaaaar away from cars and pollution and stuff like that.

 

5 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

The first animal to go extinct from Global warming was a mouse in Australia. And Dt started a new campaign against Global warming 

Sad.  

 

2 minutes ago, Marty said:

 

What needs to be tidier? The kitten or the bedroom?

Lol! The bedroom.  Hi, Marty!  

[Marty]

2 minutes ago, Thorn Wilde said:

Lol! The bedroom.  Hi, Marty!  

 

Hi yourself, Thorn! 

 

And here's some more hugs for anyone else that needs them....

 

 

  

[Marty]

5 minutes ago, Albert1434 said:

Aloha Marty

 

Buenos tardes, Alberto! 

[Marty]

Speaking of cats....

 

Did I ever tell yez all about the talking cat I once had?

 

 

[Albert1434]

No but do tell 

[Marty]

Just now, Albert1434 said:

No but do tell 

 

Okay, but it may take me a while to type it all in....

 

(Watch this space...)

[Albert1434]

Np not going anywhere 

[Page Scrawler]

49 minutes ago, Thorn Wilde said:

Wow, that is one old cat! Though I've got to say, I miss Lovelace a lot even though I only had her for three years. She was a very special, if whimsical and slightly daft kitty. Also, Tesla and Lovelace are the first pets I've had of my own. You know, since I moved out and stuff.

My family has had dogs named Taffy, Fritz, Buster, Peanut, Oodle, Blue, and Scout. A Guinea pig named Cali (can't remember if that was short for something), a cockatiel named Rocky (after Rocky Balboa) and a couple of finches named Hans and Lily. For now, just a skunk named Sneakers is sufficient. 

[Page Scrawler]

29 minutes ago, Marty said:

 

What needs to be tidier? The kitten or the bedroom?

Hey, Marty! 

[Marty]

Just now, Page Scrawler said:

Hey, Marty! 

 

Hey, Page. 

[Marty]

Come gather round children and listen while I tell you the tale of my world famous talking cat....

 

The Talking Cat
(A fairy tale by Marty)

Once upon a cold and wintry night in the early hours of the morning, as I was slowly staggering home only about one tenth sober, after what may commonly be known to the drinkers amongst us as a lock-in, I discovered to my chagrin that my house keys were not in my pocket, and that I now seemed to be well and truly locked out (as well as totally locked).

Hoping that I may have forgotten to lock the back door, I staggered round to the back of the house, only to find that I had indeed securely locked and bolted it before I had headed out for my night of sampling the finest wines, ales and spirits at the local watering hole.

Not being what one would exactly call the warmest of nights, the thoughts of sleeping on the doorstep seemed not all that appealing to me. Staggering back to the front of the house, I briefly considered heading across the street and knocking on the door of my neighbour who always held a spare key to my house specially for emergencies like this one. However, when I looked at my watch, I realised that he would not be truly pleased to be woken up and got out of bed by a drunken sot like myself - especially bearing in mind that this was a week night, and he would have to be getting up for work in a few short hours.

Pulling my threadbare jacket around myself, I decided the only course of action was to sit on the front step and hope that, if I actually went to sleep, my neighbour would spot me on his way out to work later, ask me what on earth I was doing, and fetch my spare key across to me so I could finally get in.

After about a half hour of sitting there shivering, and wondering just what in a past life (because it couldn't have been anything I had done in this life, could it?) I had done wrong to deserve this present bad karma, a thought began to slowly take shape in my befuddled brain.

'Maybe I left the key hanging on that piece of string inside the letter box,' I thought. This was a tendency I sometimes had, probably a hang over (I very nearly joined those last two words together) from my days as a latchkey kid, when my mother used to work late, and I would get home from school before her. It would simply be a case of pushing the letter box open, hooking my index finger behind the string that was hanging down inside it and retrieving the key that was tied to the end of the string - the string being long enough for me to reach the keyhole on the outside of the door.

Staggering back to my feet, I pushed the letter box open and peered through it. My heart sank on finding that there was no piece of string hanging there inside.

I was about to sit back down when I noticed, in the dim light of the nightlight that I always left burning when I went out at night (to put off the potential burglars, you understand), Tibbles, my cat, sitting on the banister at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway, looking at me with a confused stare and an amused grin.

I was saved!

"Oi, Tibbles!" I exclaimed. "Open the door."

Tibbles gave me one of his haughty looks and simply said "Me? 'ow?"

 

And that, dear children, was how I discovered that I had a talking cat...

[Albert1434]

Good story Marty I very much liked it 

[Marty]

1 minute ago, Albert1434 said:

Good story Marty I very much liked it 

 

I fear I may have put everyone else to sleep, though...

[Albert1434]

I think it was wroth the risk