Wednesday, February 13, 2008

a man and his cat

somebody was sure in a hurry to get the newspaper this morning

16 comments:

JustRun said...

Hahahaha!

Gifted Typist said...

Does the four-legged feline fetch the paper or the bare footed biped?

Gotta love a blogger with a digital camera - always looking for post material

mellowlee said...

Haha! That's awesome.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That was my initial reaction too, Justrun, followed by "what an idiot he is".

I wish we could train the cat to fetch the paper, Gifted Typist, but so far she will only do so if you rip it into one million pieces first and crumple them into tossable balls.

The things people will do at 5:00 am, Mel. Thought does not necessarily enter into the process.

justacoolcat said...

Yes! Not for me though, shoes always with the shoes.

I'll even bring house slippers to friends' houses.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Just A, do you own multiple pairs of slippers, in case you keep forgetting them at friends' houses (like I would)? I would have slippers all over the world.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

brrrr.

Deb said...

That's so awesome. Been there, done that.

John Mutford said...

I think your cat has an infected foot.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Dr M - indeed! Not recommended.

It's so easy to to say it'll just take a second, isn't it, Deb?

hahaha, John! Yeah that's a big ugly growth, innit?

Beth said...

I have similar photos from last month! I loved going barefoot in the snow.

Yeah, I know; I need to get some excitement in my life.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I remember you being all excited about being barefoot in the snow, Beth, and you didn't even need to bring the paper in! You are pretty hardcore.

Dale said...

No shirt, no shoes, no problem.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's only a problem if you also lock yourself out of the house when you are wearing no shoes and no shirt, Dale.

phlegmfatale said...

those little paw prints are so kewwwwt!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I love seeing little kitty prints all over the front yard after a snowfall, Phlegmfatale, when the cat goes a little crazy and chases phantoms around.