PalenQ

Hard to believe Keith Obermann's OddBall part of his MSNBC nightly news show:

There was a picture of a cat from Wolverhampton, England that supposedly hops on a bus every day at one stop and hops off several stops away right in front of a fish market.

Can this be true? Must be lots of coverage in UK tabloids and seems would be a tourist attraction - i know i'd go to Wolverhampton just to see this cadgy cat.

cigalechanta

I'd like to meet "Nora."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ860P4iTaM

PatrickLondon

Doesn't surprise me in the slightest.

Is anyone else familiar with the saying "Dogs have owners - cats have staff"?

Robespierre

Her intepretation of the Bach duet was acceptable, but her execution in the earlier Bartok solo was well below professional standards.

<b><i>LOL!</i></b>

I had a cat named BC who <u>invented</u> a game of &quot;Fetch.&quot; I had twisted up an empty cigarette pack and thrown it at the trash basket in the kitchen - and missed. BC picked it up in her mouth and <i>brought it back to me</i> for another try. If I could only get her to play the rebound...

cigalechanta

Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.&quot; - Anonymous

PalenQ

Personally i think this slinking cagey beast should be fined as a fare dodger... or perhaps she has a bus pass?

And though i've read the thing cigalechanta thoughtfully posted something about this just doesn't pass the smell test.

Or is this the world's smartest cat indeed and perhaps a harbinger of cats' intelligence and evolving with the modern world. Like crows who scientists now point to evolving with modern times in that they have been known to put acorns, etc. on a highway knowing they will then be crushed and then easily edible.

Could cats take over the world after man has destroyed himself?

Meow!

ira

&gt;World's Most Intelligent Cat?

The most intelligent person I ever met was our cat Mignot. She had great powers of mental telepathy.

Our current cat, Mignot II, has taught me to play &quot;rah rah&quot;.

I throw the ball. She chases it.

She returns to me. I walk over to the ball.

Repeat.

Sometimes, to me me interested, she brings the ball back.

She is the one who named the game &quot;rah rah&quot;.

Robespierre

PalenQ - she's under 16, and so rides free.

audere_est_facere

It's not just cats that do this. Pigeons travel on the tube (really they do - and they get off at the same stop every day).

PalenQ

I suspose they get off at the Trafalgar Square tube stop?

audere_est_facere

Don't be silly -- they'd look daft on the escalators.

PalenQ

I thought they'd just ride on someone's head like they do on statues. I wonder if they use Oyster cards?

Robespierre

I was about to snap a photo of a pigeon pooping on a &quot;Pigeons are a Filthy Nuisance&quot; sign at Earl's Court - but a London Transport worker (pre-TfL) stopped me.

PatrickLondon

&gt;&gt; I wonder if they use Oyster cards?&lt;&lt;

I rather think the magnetic bits and bobs would affect their sense of direction. They'd all end up huddled around a map looking puzzled.

SuzieCII

My Penelope played fetch too and nearly brought the ball back to me...
I had an old golf club that let me retrieve it so that I could through it again. (I can be quite lazy.)

Lady

This is why I'm a dog-lover...........

DOG DIARY

8.00am -- Dog food! My favorite thing!
9.30am -- A car ride! My favorite thing!
9.40am -- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10.30am -- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12.00pm -- Lunch! My favorite thing!
1.00pm -- Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3.00pm -- Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5.00pm -- Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7.00pm -- Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8.00pm -- Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11.00pm -- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangly objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped that this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrated what I am capable of. However, the merely made condescending comments about what a &quot;good little hunter&quot; I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies'. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving round his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and seems to be more than willing to return. He must be retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him regularly communicating with the guards. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...

FOR NOW...

The cat.

PalenQ

Is the cat's name Baxter?

mileaday

Dear Lady, I laughed so hard reading your cat diary that I now have to change my pants. Thanks for improving my mood - well, on second thought I do have more laundry to do now!

annabelle2

Oh, lady, the funniest thing I have read in ages. Hmmmm; how did you get the password to your captors' computer, you sly feline, you?

kenav

&quot;Lady&quot; - very funny and incredibly well written. Are you a professional writer? (You should be.)