Standing On The Shoulders Of Giant Midgets: Nine percent odds of survival? That's almost a one-in-ten chance, right?

Nine percent odds of survival? That's almost a one-in-ten chance, right?

>> Thursday, January 27, 2011

As long as I'm the only one who can pop the top of a can of catfood, I retain a slight advantage....

Is your cat plotting to kill you?

(H/t to Lili!)

4 comments:

Phiala, Thursday, January 27, 2011 12:34:00 PM EST: Gotta watch out, though: a friend's cat learned how to open the refrigerator. Given a cat's planning cycle she's now extraneous to requirements.

You could be next.
Shawn Powers, Thursday, January 27, 2011 12:51:00 PM EST: I like that you concede the fact that if indeed your cat is plotting to kill you, he will succeed. :)
Eric, Thursday, January 27, 2011 1:49:00 PM EST: No doubt about it, Shawn: if Elvis wants me dead, not much I'll be able to do about it. Those times he darts between my legs on the stairs: an accident on the part of a small quadruped incapable of reckoning with the different mobility of a large biped, or dry runs for the execution...?
Nathan, Thursday, January 27, 2011 3:54:00 PM EST: I had to adjust for the fact that there are three cats here.

There's a 273% chance that they're trying to kill me.

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

© Blogger template Werd by Ourblogtemplates.com 2009

Back to TOP