We had a vector problem on our office at one time and I suggested getting a VCC (vector control cat). Turns out we had staff who were allergic to cat fur and/or dandruff. I suggested we get rid of them….win/win.
http://www.gocomics.com/frazz/2018/10/18Not that circular logic ever works, not anywhere near the level of its popularity, but the whole premise really falls apart with the cat-and-mouse routine when the mice don’t get the memo.
I don’t think we’ve ever had a mouse show itself in the house we live in now. We have four cats. Makes sense, right? Except our previous house was a 4-cat affair, too, and mouse sightings were common. It’s notable, I suppose, that any mouse sighted was sighted on the receiving end of a cat beat-down, but again: The mice did not get the memo.
Four different cats meant four different approaches to the mice. Mars, the big friendly marmalade galoot we called our Orange Lab, probably would have made friends with the mice if the other three cats had let him. Fiona the psycho calico took the most traditional, which is to say sadistic, approach, toying with the unfortunate rodent for hours if able. Coach would simply carry the thing around in his jaws until he was hungry, the laborer with his lunch box.
Duffy provided the best single memory. Duffy was another orange tabby, and by this time a ripe, old one, nearly blind and a little daft. I was in the basement gathering my gear to bicycle to work (this was pre-Frazz) when I saw the mouse at the base of the stairs. While I pondered what my own hunting style would be, Duffy wandered into the blurry scene, cluelessly but directly toward the mouse. Which, frozen in place up to this point, decided its best option was to jump straight into the air in an impeccable imitation of the self-teeing handball. Where Duffy couldn’t see objects, he apparently could detect motion, and did his own imitation of the handball player serving the teed-up ball. Fiona had sensed something was up and arrived in time to commence a long, rollicking, solo volley. Duffy’s work was done, and mine awaited, so we left Fiona to her own. I don’t think the mouse went back home.
Back in the 60s (maybe earlier) Random House published a children’s book about a sultan whose cheese was threatened by mice, so he got cats. Once the mice were gone the cats became problematic, so he got dogs. Same story – so he got lions, then elephants, and ended up happily sharing his cheese with the mice.
Breaking Cat News is wonderful. Elvis, Puck, and Lupin are real cats who refer to those with whom they live as The Woman, The Man, The Toddler and The Baby(also all real). The stories are a delight and Georgia Dunn(author) still drawn the strip in water color. Such a breath of fresh air. PS Elvis puts on a grumble face, but he is really an old softie.
Yakety Sax almost 6 years ago
Circular logic.
asrialfeeple almost 6 years ago
A cat could be an emotional support animal. IF it feels like it.
Bilan almost 6 years ago
There are no mice, Frazz? Then how do you explain that hair?
Dobby53 Premium Member almost 6 years ago
We had a vector problem on our office at one time and I suggested getting a VCC (vector control cat). Turns out we had staff who were allergic to cat fur and/or dandruff. I suggested we get rid of them….win/win.
ShadowBeast Premium Member almost 6 years ago
Would the school need a cat mascot?
sandpiper almost 6 years ago
Images of one’s mature self melt in the presence of small furry animals or sleeping babies. Same for kids but they have more fun.
colcam almost 6 years ago
Statement: We don’t have mice.
Response: Check the computers.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] almost 6 years ago
PostsFrazz
http://www.gocomics.com/frazz/2018/10/18Not that circular logic ever works, not anywhere near the level of its popularity, but the whole premise really falls apart with the cat-and-mouse routine when the mice don’t get the memo.
I don’t think we’ve ever had a mouse show itself in the house we live in now. We have four cats. Makes sense, right? Except our previous house was a 4-cat affair, too, and mouse sightings were common. It’s notable, I suppose, that any mouse sighted was sighted on the receiving end of a cat beat-down, but again: The mice did not get the memo.
Four different cats meant four different approaches to the mice. Mars, the big friendly marmalade galoot we called our Orange Lab, probably would have made friends with the mice if the other three cats had let him. Fiona the psycho calico took the most traditional, which is to say sadistic, approach, toying with the unfortunate rodent for hours if able. Coach would simply carry the thing around in his jaws until he was hungry, the laborer with his lunch box.
Duffy provided the best single memory. Duffy was another orange tabby, and by this time a ripe, old one, nearly blind and a little daft. I was in the basement gathering my gear to bicycle to work (this was pre-Frazz) when I saw the mouse at the base of the stairs. While I pondered what my own hunting style would be, Duffy wandered into the blurry scene, cluelessly but directly toward the mouse. Which, frozen in place up to this point, decided its best option was to jump straight into the air in an impeccable imitation of the self-teeing handball. Where Duffy couldn’t see objects, he apparently could detect motion, and did his own imitation of the handball player serving the teed-up ball. Fiona had sensed something was up and arrived in time to commence a long, rollicking, solo volley. Duffy’s work was done, and mine awaited, so we left Fiona to her own. I don’t think the mouse went back home.
gcarlson almost 6 years ago
Back in the 60s (maybe earlier) Random House published a children’s book about a sultan whose cheese was threatened by mice, so he got cats. Once the mice were gone the cats became problematic, so he got dogs. Same story – so he got lions, then elephants, and ended up happily sharing his cheese with the mice.
stairsteppublishing almost 6 years ago
Breaking Cat News is wonderful. Elvis, Puck, and Lupin are real cats who refer to those with whom they live as The Woman, The Man, The Toddler and The Baby(also all real). The stories are a delight and Georgia Dunn(author) still drawn the strip in water color. Such a breath of fresh air. PS Elvis puts on a grumble face, but he is really an old softie.
childe_of_pan over 1 year ago
Everything in a cat’s vocabulary boils down to a variant of one of two phrases:
“Everything here is mine”
and
“Hurry up with that food”
FrankTAW about 1 year ago
“I hurt” is also in cat vocabulary.