Shelley/Limecat
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Bobbi
Cathlete
Has Rocky considered he is probably going to be killed and eaten if he does that? Fiona may be a hussy but she isn't a carnivore!
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
allwildgirl
Cathlete
Limecat thinks that Rocky should send his picture. And wonders if two such disparate, often warring creatures could ever hope to make a go of it in such a conflicted and discriminatory world. Would Rocky be willing to give up his nut-burying ways for a future filled with fur balls and long, long afternoon naps? Would Rocky be willing to learn to use the litterbox? And most important... can Rocky open the cupboard and reach the cat treats, and open that little container with his most dexetrous little fingers? If Rocky would consider all these things seriously, then Limecat thinks perhaps they have a future.
P.S. Limecat feels he must admit to Rocky that for all Limecat's apparent regal composure, a good dose of catnip can still get him giddy and rambunctious as a kitten with a ball of string
P.S. Limecat feels he must admit to Rocky that for all Limecat's apparent regal composure, a good dose of catnip can still get him giddy and rambunctious as a kitten with a ball of string
allwildgirl
Cathlete
Limecat has no friends. Only minions.
Rocky is definitely tempted by Limecat's description/criteria. However, he didn't realize Limecat was a male, and although after seeing Limecat's stunning picture, he was tempted to cross species lines, at this point, he's not willing to cross gender lines.
I wonder how Fiona would feel about Limecat...
I wonder how Fiona would feel about Limecat...
Bobbi
Cathlete
He is a boy. He's wearing a lime helmet. He must be very small to wear a lime helmet, don't you think? Like teeny tiny.
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
allwildgirl
Cathlete
Limecat is NOT my cat, unfortunately. But even now, after having seen his picture so many times, I still laugh hysterically at the expression on his face. He looks so supremely ticked off. Yet fluffy. I honestly can't imagine any at sitting still long enough to endure the placing of the lime hat. Much less having their picture taken. He's priceless.
If you want a bigger copy of the pic, I would suggest you go to Google and search Limecat under images. You'll get LOTS that are bigger.
If you want a bigger copy of the pic, I would suggest you go to Google and search Limecat under images. You'll get LOTS that are bigger.
allwildgirl
Cathlete
Well, he looks so regal, I felt it only fitting that he be lauded
67firecracker
Cathlete
AKKKK! I looked for a pic of limecat and I found out that he is one very unhappy kitty. Check this out!
http://www.limecat.net/
Trish
http://www.limecat.net/
Trish
WannaBeStrong
Cathlete
Shelley,
I'm glad you cleared up the fact that he is not your cat. I was going to report you to PETA. That cat looks sooo unhappy.
Shirley
I'm glad you cleared up the fact that he is not your cat. I was going to report you to PETA. That cat looks sooo unhappy.
Shirley
Bobbi
Cathlete
I wonder what he has in store for Shelley. She's exploited his picture to a degree that must induce utter rage in him. If I were Shelley I'd be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the moment he pounces. Of course, after that I wouldn't worry to much. What can a tiny cat do? Unless he does have minions?
Runner Attacked By Legion of Cats
Ontario, Canada. "They seemed to be working together as if they had a plan", observed a horrified onlooker who witnessed the first known cat attack in Canada's history. "They sprang forward from the underbush, with such ferocity, the runner collapsed instantly beneath the onslaught. Hissing and mewling, claws out, the ennraged strays tore at the defenseless woman, who was no match for the furious felines in spite of posessing biceps veins and sporting a six-pack.
The attack but lasted moments before the beasts retreated, leaving the runner scratched, flesh scored from head to toe, running clothes in shreds. In a bizarre turn of events, the crazed kitties somehow contrived to pour lime juice over the runners claw sliced flesh and left what one witness described as "halved, hollowed out limes which resembled small helmets', lying on the downed runner and around her body. Police searched the area but found no trace of the pack.
The runner, who's name is being withheld pending notification of relatives, will sufer no permanent damage except faint scracth marks which should fade in time, reported an ER doctor. When questioned by reporters on the scene, the woman was unable to give an account of the vicious assailment and kept repeating "All hail, Limecat. All hail, Limecat...." as she was wheeled into the hospital.
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
Runner Attacked By Legion of Cats
Ontario, Canada. "They seemed to be working together as if they had a plan", observed a horrified onlooker who witnessed the first known cat attack in Canada's history. "They sprang forward from the underbush, with such ferocity, the runner collapsed instantly beneath the onslaught. Hissing and mewling, claws out, the ennraged strays tore at the defenseless woman, who was no match for the furious felines in spite of posessing biceps veins and sporting a six-pack.
The attack but lasted moments before the beasts retreated, leaving the runner scratched, flesh scored from head to toe, running clothes in shreds. In a bizarre turn of events, the crazed kitties somehow contrived to pour lime juice over the runners claw sliced flesh and left what one witness described as "halved, hollowed out limes which resembled small helmets', lying on the downed runner and around her body. Police searched the area but found no trace of the pack.
The runner, who's name is being withheld pending notification of relatives, will sufer no permanent damage except faint scracth marks which should fade in time, reported an ER doctor. When questioned by reporters on the scene, the woman was unable to give an account of the vicious assailment and kept repeating "All hail, Limecat. All hail, Limecat...." as she was wheeled into the hospital.
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"
Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Mary Oliver
allwildgirl
Cathlete
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *breathe* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Bobbi, you're the queen! Thank you for brightening my morning!
I love the lime helmets strewn all over the ground around me. The perfect finishing touch.
Have you ever seen "Diary of a Cat"? It's a bit long, but so fitting.
DAY 752: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761: Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 762: Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765: Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan..
DAY 768: I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771: There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774: I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to molespeak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...
Bobbi, you're the queen! Thank you for brightening my morning!
I love the lime helmets strewn all over the ground around me. The perfect finishing touch.
Have you ever seen "Diary of a Cat"? It's a bit long, but so fitting.
DAY 752: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761: Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 762: Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765: Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan..
DAY 768: I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771: There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774: I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to molespeak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...