Lasher is the nuttiest of our three cats when it comes to sleeping. He will basically drape himself over anything and everything that is available to him, even if it’s something completely uncomfortable.

For example, I discovered him one day, draped over two 10lb weights that were laying on the floor. I didn’t get a picture of it, but it was certainly a shocker.

Here we see him lounging on my old couch - arms akimbo and enjoying a little snooze, at least until the flash went off. Notice how he hugs from the left.

This is one of my personal favourites - he looks like he would fit in on the banks of the Nile River, overlooking his kingdom.

A couple days ago, I didn’t even notice that he had completely stretched himself out right next to me on the chaise. I looked to my right and started laughing. David ran for the camera and thankfully Lasher maintained the pose long enough for a few shots.

But this is my personal favourite of the bunch. Lasher decided to use ME as the draping object……he’s a nut. A complete nut.

Once again, I’m off in an exotic location - Oregon. As I discovered last week while in Arizona, I like the show called Bones. It’s a forensic show about analyzing bones and bone fragments to figure out crimes.

Before I got back to the hotel after dinner, I stopped by Albertsons and picked up some ice cream, Bacardi Silver pomegranate mojito, and sundries. I was expecting that So You Think You Can Dance would be on, but I was wrong. Instead, it was Bones, which I can deal with. But little did I know what I was in for.

Bones is dealing with a guy who was killed while at a fetish retreat…for people who like to pretend they are horses. That’s right, horses. Like wearing a bit, eating from a trough, and all that stuff. This is a fetish I have NEVER heard of before, but they went there.

So I’m sitting here eating Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Chunk, learning about this fetish, and trying to solve the mystery of the death of Mr. Ed. Wish me luck.

If you’d like to learn more about this fetish, here’s a site: The Human Equine

Last night I was sitting on the sofa at home, watching So You Think You Can Dance…they were announcing the Top 20 that will be on the show. I was snacking on some pretzels and mustard, and when I was done I set the bowl on the little table in front of me and continued watching the program.

Lasher started wandering around pestering me, but then he spotted the small dish of yellow mustard sitting on the table in front of me. He gave it a few sniffs, and I thought, “he’s going to back off quickly from the smell” because usually the cats don’t like things with strong smells. But he didn’t.

He put his face right down into the dish and started licking the mustard. I was in shock. I said “David, look quick!” and we both laughed as Lasher licked it a few more times and then decided he’d had enough. He then licked the air for a while, and I was sure the mustard was going to come right back up…but turns out he liked it. He even went back to have more until I took the bowl away.


So I did a little hunting around about cats and mustard, and I found two very interesting references to share with you…

First, a joke: How do you make a cat eat mustard?

Second, a He-Man episode that never happened.

* Mustard image from Wikimedia Commons

Today’s ponderous point from Heath - Do pets have friends? Do they build relationships like people do? Are they better than humans?

I consider my pets to be my children, and I tend to treat them as such. They offer unlimited and unconditional love; they have strong and rich emotions (did you know that the emotional center of cats is very similar to that of humans?); they are never dishonest; they require very little to be insanely happy.

Is it wrong that I prefer them to humans? I think if given the choice, I would take a pet over a human friend. Is that wrong? I think not. I have never found a human that offers unlimited and unconditional love, has strong and rich emotions, is never dishonest, and requires little to be insanely happy.

Some people have some of those things, some people have many, a lot have very few. I don’t think this makes me stuck up at all, but if given the choice, I know who I would want to spend the day with.

So what do you think…do pets have friends? Are they better than people?

Today, I bring you Norman’s Ark.

Note the frantic look on the poor Kangaroo who has to share eternity with the butt of a rhino.

What did you think you were going to see?
Perverts.