YSaC, Vol. 1005: And they gave the dog a bone.
Found two cats Manx
These two cats wandered up to my house and started terrorizing my dog. They stole his food and chased him away from his water.
If these are you cats please contact me. They are not the nicest cats around and don’t like dogs.
Drmk and I owned a Manx cat for many years. She was an absolute sweetheart, and wanted nothing more than to sit on your lap, purr, and occasionally sing opera at three o’clock in the morning. (There was some Siamese in there, too.) Manx cats are known for their even temperament, so I’m actually quite surprised that these two would….
Oh.
Erm.
I’m not sure how to break this to you, but them ain’t Manxes. Those are bobcats. You probably shouldn’t order any more office chairs from this guy.
To be fair, this could very well be a fake. The post comes from a part of the country where this is certainly possible, but that’s an improbably nice picture. If it IS a fake, I just hope this person’s home is invaded by something completely implausible. Like bandicoots. Thousands of bandicoots.
While researching* the last paragraph I found this picture, which is too adorable not to share: Baby Bandicoots! Or possibly Bandikittens! Or maybe Bandicootlings!
*note: not actually research.
Thanks for the link, Whitney!
Come to the YSaC Zoo and see the not.a.lion, the not.a.tiger, and the pair of not.Manxes. Fun for the whole (zoologically challenged) family!
You may be reading this wrong.
Found two cats, Manx.
I think Manx is being blamed for this. And, this is totally plausible. No, really…I live on a lake and bobcats are common here. They’re also pretty not afraid of humans.
So far I think they’ve “harvested” a couple of yip-yip dogs, but really is that a loss?
Besides,
wecats are such noble and regal creatures who wouldn’t dream of stealing another’s food…..unless there’s no possibility of being caught.[OT] When I was about twelve I visited my aunt and uncle in California and there was this cat that hung around the neighborhood that everyone called Bob. Big guy with a short stumpy tail and tufted ears, really friendly. He was at least half if not all bobcat, but pretty sweet none the less.[/OT]
[ot] When we first saw the feller in my avatar, we thought he was a bob cat – He was about as big as a medium size dog, huge ears, no tail and all over beige, rather like a cougar. After he ripped the screen off our window* and moved in with us, we realized he was just your average [meaning beyond fantastic] Orange Boy, slightly large. It took about a year for him to get completely clean so that you couldn’t immediately tell where he’d been lying on the bed.[/ot]
*This is true. We came home, unlocked our door and there he was lying on the living room rug, happy to see us.
I think they were trying to say “found two cats, max” so that anyone wanting to claim them wouldn’t try to take an additional cat.
Maybe Sparky lives next to Mike Conners and thinks “Mannix” skeerd off Spark’s puppies?
Bobcats … or, possibly (given little tuft on end of ear, which is more pronounced in some breeds/species), lynx. I am wondering if Sparky was thinking lynx, but couldn’t quite remember. These two, unlike the Manx I have encountered, probably have tails.
To Sparky:
Manx = not.a.tail
Bobcats = not.a.pet
[wildlife corey]Wikipedia (previously described by me as an uncle prone to fits of Tourette’s and abuse by strangers) says lynx are very rare in the lower 48 states. It sites the source as the US Fish and Wildlife, who said in 2000 that lynx in the lower 48 are a threatened species. They’re primarily found in forests and tundra regions. Sparky’s post, which has been removed, is from the desert southwest. If it’s not a prank, odds are these are bobcats.[/wildlife corey]
I would like to go on record as saying I wish my employers would hire bobcats. Work is too dull and boring around here.
My employers apparantly hire sub-intelligent male donkey creatures.
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“Dumb-asses”. Get it?
Forgive me, I’m trying to be a Mensa level intelligence donkey.
I’ll hush now.
Depending on where in the SW, there are those who will feed the “cute widdle kittens” until they get to be bigger than their toddlers, and they have them shooed off, or get cranky when Animal Control leaves those dinky Hav-a-hart traps.
Here in my town, the feral rescue people get far too many calls for bobcats, which are seen in sister-sister and brother-brother pairs, and are all-too aware that “people” provide food, and shelter, and scary noises for no reason at all.
Here, have a door.
I hiss at my youngest cat, he bolts in sheer terror from the room. I hiss at the two older cats, they look at me with an expression that suggests the thought “Poppa, have you sprung a leak?”
LoL!
I was more thinking of some people who thought the “neighbor cats” were ever so cute, and used all of the inane baby talk such do. The L Rufus in question knew no better. They even ‘played’ with that couples puppies a few times.
But, apparently, you carry of the one toddler the one time, by the nape of the neck, and all sorts of scary loud, unreasonable, noises follow.
Reminds me of that sweet childrens’ poem:
I love little pussy,
her coat is so warm.
And if I go near her
she’ll rip off my arm.
Is this that same pussy that’s in the well?
[Related Topic corey] The origins of this nursery rhyme date back to the 16th century and the era of Shakespeare who used the phrase “Ding Dong Bell” in several plays. The original lyrics of “Ding Dong Bell” actually ended with the cat being left to drown! These words were modified and the cat was saved by ‘Little Tommy Stout’ to encourage children to understand that it was unacceptable and cruel to harm any animal ‘who ne’er did any harm’. The latter version taught morality at an early age. “Ding Dong Bell” also introduces a child to onomatopoeia ( a word that sounds like its meaning) In this nursery rhyme the lyrics and words “ding dong” when pronounced convey the actual sounds!
[/Related Topic corey]
I don’t know if this one was in the well. I had a little pussy in a swimming pool once – it made sounds that were onomatopoeic, mostly “glug, glug.” Bit and scratched the livin’ bejesus out of me when I lifted it out. I think ‘Little Tommy Stout’ might have put it back in but, luckily for the cat, he wasn’t there.
OH, is that how the kids are doing it these days?
Mudsy, you sayin’ I should have phrased that differently??
You know how things can become misconstrued here in the lounge….especially after the bacontini starts flowing and we all pass around the peyote.
But I’m impressed with your enthusiasm.
I really don’t want to imagine Bacontini flowing.
Unfortunately, there are days when he can’t help himself. Luckily there are maxi pads and handcuffs behind the bar.
*Holds up finger and opens mouth to say something*
*Closes mouth and heads for the corner*
Oh, Caramel sauce on the coffee slices today!
*Crunch Crunch Crunch*
Since FM is around, do we need banananananatini’s in the corner?
*looks up from picking fleas from fur*
Banana-tinis?
So, is someone going to say something about a massive lynx?
We’re just waiting for Taco. BTW, does he have tufts on his ears?
If by “ears” you mean “thong” then I’m pretty sure the answer is yes.
Those aren’t tufts, that’s sour cream.
Wow. I … didn’t know sour cream could be made to do that. Nor did I want to.
Is using a dairy product for immoral purposes a misdemeanor in the Land of Serial Killers and Strange Dairy Fixations, or do you get some kind of commendation from the governor?
It’s a misdemeanor in most places. It’s mandatory in Kentucky and Arkansas.
It’s mandatory in Kentucky and Arkansas.
But only with your sister and/or cousin… Oh, and no chives.
Of course, chives would just be too kinky.
Bacon bits, on the other hand…
:grumbles:
Damn email address. Stop misspelling yourself!
Mmmmmmmmm, Bacon……
I believe that law was amended to…only your sister’s cousin’s chives – twice removed.
“sister’s cousin twice removed” in Kentucky? Wouldn’t that be like Tennessee?
Yes, that’s how we do it in Tennessee. My husband I are actually first-cousins. For true: His aunt married my uncle. And his mama and my mama are both mamas.
Wail, t’over’t Kain’tuk’ I wer’ah fig’r’n oncet removed hafta be County.
So’en twic’ remov’ musta be Stait.
(An’ we’n ain’ been welcome t’ O’higher saince gr’gra’pappy’s time, ‘n all . . . )
Yeah, I can see the problem here. Bobcats are douchebags. However, I think perhaps Sparky is possibly Cuban or Mexican and “manx” is just a colloquial part of his accent.
“Hey, whachoo doeen, manx? I’m goeeng to watch de lucha libre, you whan to come, manx?”
N.B. manx is the plural of mang.
I’ll certainly be fine though, I already got the manx when I was 5.
Uh, MF…
On the downside: Xavier Hermosillo on line 1 for you.
On the upside: Cheech is holding on line 2.
*Grumble Grumble*
Now Dan is working my side of the street.
You can still work the corner all you want to.
I know you didn’t hear it, Ghostie, but Grampdaddy just shot back “but Taco would have to push Ghostie out of the way”. So rude, just shocking.
THAT’S A LIE!!! I never said that. What I said was that Taco and Ghostie would have to share – umm, no, I didn’t say that either. Look, who are you gonna believe, a sweet, old man or a poo-flinging monkey (and I mean that in the best-possible way, FM)?
Find me a sweet old man and I’ll let you know 😉
Of course you mean it in the best possible way.
Poo
Flinging
Monkey
What’s insulting? I’m proud of my mad flinging skills.
I was going to add that I’m sure you’re proud of (insert unattractive physical characteristics of Grampdaddy here), but I don’t want to take it too far. Because, secretly, I heart you. Just don’t tell Mindfield, I think has a crush on me.
Awwww, how sweet. I heart you too, you darling monkey. You know that it is just that I’m jealous of your flinging abilities, don’t you?
Poo chuckers! I’m surrounded by a bunch of poo chuckers!
*arming myself with a jai-alai cesta*
I initially parsed those last two words as jai-alia celeste. And that’s about the strangest juxtaposition of two constructs I can possibly imagine.
Baby Spiny Normans.
Dinsdale?
Personally, I think this fella got himself a deal. It sounds like he has kept the cats and I would prefer two dog-chasing Manx’s over a canine any day. Especially since it seems his dog is a bigger pussy than the two kitty cats. He should be ashamed he owns such a cowardly animal.
I am distracted this morning by how cute these bobcats are! D’aw, does kitty like birdies? Does kitty want to play? My, what big, pointy teeth kitty has! Hey, not so rough! LET GO! SQUAWK–
:gets Super Soaker:
No! Bad kitties! Windy is not a toy!
:SPLOOSH!:
Uh … Don’t worry, I’m sure that wing will grow back.
Yeah, right after the bleeding stops. Thanks, Ghostie. Now I’ll just have to wing it.
It’s only a flesh wound, after all.
Just put some butter on it, it’ll be fine.
Bad Monkey! Bad!
Just ’cause owl tastes just like eag… er. , Look! A! Shiny! Thing!
*runs*
Everybody knows they’re called bandicooties. At least the boy ones are.
I vote for bandikits 😀
Camille, hope there are still some chew toys in the box for you. If not, make Grampdaddy give them back. 8)
I’m not sure I want to chew on anything Grampdaddy has been chewing on!
Chewing? Don’t you mean gumming?
Ya know, I’d really like to know how I got such a bad rap. I mean, it isn’t like the charges ever stuck or anything.
I ruined your reputation by tattling on you, pa. My bad.
I’m trying to decide if I want to say anything here or just quietly go awa
…um…er…sighs. Yeah I’ve got nothing.
Can I have my coffee slice with chocolate sprinkles?
kthanks.
Sure, and please comment again!
Kitty!
SQUEE!!
Double SQUEE!
Mmmmm kitty… who-whooo!
SisterLyle! SQUEEE! derp
Derp Derp Squee!
Derp de-derp de-derp Squee Squee!
Sqeee!
:squirt:
Oh, sorry about that. How embarrassing.
Upon closer inspection, these two look a bit dainty to be male. I think what we have here are not bobcats, but suecats.
Ooh, Ooh! – I know that song! What is Johnny Cash, “A Cat Named Sue”?
Next I’ll take “Songs from Lawrence Welk” for $200, Alex.
If you haven’t seen these skits you need to Grampdaddy. I can’t look at Lawrence Welk the same.
http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/the-lawrence-welk-show/727501/
There once were two cats (bob, not Manx)
Who liked to play anti-dog pranks.
They both were quite rude,
Taking water and food,
For which they would never say “thanks.”
Slightly OT
Happy Anniversary, Taco! We here at YSaC have pitched in and bought you a couple of guard-cats. Please come get them soon, they keep shredding all the couches and chasing Windy around
/SOT
They are guaranteed to eat mini-taco (I forget mini-taco’s name, Tron?) and any pesky house pets you may have around.
Yes, Tron is his internet pseudonym.
I appear to be snarkless today because all I can think is That poor dog! Not only has it been chased around by a couple of bobcats but it has Sparky for an owner!
I used to live on a mountain here in rural Tennessee, and we had bobcats. My neighbor shot one in his yard (and then had him stuffed and placed in his livingroom) and I would often hear them squalling at night. They sound like a woman having her nails pulled out one by one then being brutally sexually abused by a hacksaw.
I, for one, do not want to know how you know anything about what you said in your last sentence.
Brain bleach – make mine a double.
They have brain bleach in pill form. I’m on 20 mg a day, myself.
Hmmm, I think there’s a job waiting for you in Hollywood.
I’m actually appearing currently in “The Hangover 2”, showing in theatres this summer! Bring the kids, and grandma and the in-laws, too!
I meant, flinging poo.
Poo-Five!
*Splut*
Which part of the “hangover” movie franchise does not suggest (let alone assuredly include) flung excrementa?
ew.
So not only are these cats dog-bullies, but they are literate and capable of communication with humans via Craigs List?
This is yet another sign of the end of the world.
As a golden speckled-mackerel tabby stumpy manx, I take great offense for being lumped in with those ruffian Lynx rufus.
As a luxuriant exemplar of all three Maneki Neko (gold, white, and black), you are all permitted to be penitent in your applications for sycophancy–treats are highly recommended.
We.Are.Not.Amused.
Capn’, is that you?
No, I am me.
I do serve His Royal Highness, the One and Singular Spløof, though.
I am that I am.
I just realize that I need to use more specialty letters when I name my cats.
Now to combine something that uses a lot of them:
Klüßéç
Well, the Simpson’s was on, it was the episode was the one where Lisa was in IKEA, and mockskanderhoovrian was being bandied about.
HRH wandered in, displeased to not be the center of all attention everywhere.
Given that his name for the v-e-t was Loki (and emulates being a Muse of joy and mischief), an IKEAnäme as title seemed apt.
Given that HRH is 16+” shoulders to hips (and was then a muscular 20#), what HRH wanted was a good thing for the rest of us to want. We are a leaner 15-16; which makes us bendier and more likely to insist on a sample, the better to Eat All The Things.
(Note, best to have a nice simple name for the v-e-t; makes filling in the appointment book a great deal simpler.)
Gesundheit!
OT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
At 3:30pm MT today I have a very important interview that, should I succeed, would give me an awesome position as what could basically be referred to as a Microbiologist but more specifically be referred to as Lab Monkey. I don’t want to ‘ef this one up. So I’m currently panicking. I’ll probably not be back tonight. That is all.
/OT
There’s only one thing to do now!
PANIC!
ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! *Falls out of his chair*
Best of luck. I’m still waiting to hear from my last interview. it’s not so much the panicking as the not starving to death, broke, waiting.
Best of luck, Lyle
We’ll want to hear from you tomorrow, please.
Good luck! The flask is on standby for later if you need celebration or consolation, either way.
I was a Lab Monkey for a while, not a horrible gig. But make sure you join the union or else they shove scary things in your holes. And make you wear lipstick and eyeliner.
For real, best of luck. Interviews and job hunting suck. I’d rather be in Hell with my back broke (an old southern saying my Grannie monkey used to use).
Hello, I am The Babysitter. I have expencents gaurding dogs and fighting t he cats. I sing to them and will hit them a stick.
Charge will be some numbrer of dollors.
Do you charge by the hour or by the pound?
I not pound babbies it is terble lie yo hurted feelings now
godbye
We find being beaten with stix as offensive as being glittery, and with therefore shred all such so discovered.
These are the only sort of cats that should be “outside” cats. Especially in places like Arizona where leaving a kitty outside may result in you finding half of that kitty later. The coyotes see them as tasty snacks.
Excellent point, K.
One would have to be careful even with a Savannah (if only for not having the neighbors shoot same).
Is anyone still looking for the missing lynx?
Ow, Ralph. That really hurt. 8)
That was awesome.
This Sparky is such a gluteus manximus fedorius
Oh my god, this guy found my missing bobcats! They’re just sooooo adorable, and even if they ate my dog I love them to bits (literally).
not.a.house.pet
Camille, Punchity Punch Punch. No frills on Friday!
G’Night, Mr. Goldthwait!
STEPHEN ROOT IS A KLINGON!
*blinks in bafflement* I think Anonny-Mouse here posted on the wrong blog.
Go sleep job!!1!11!!! 😀
Achtung; Attennzione; Attendez-vous; etc.
Today, Saturday 4 June is “Hug your Cat Day.”
We will presume Felis Catus–unless one has a special bond with Lynx Rufus, Felis Silvestrus, Leptailurus Serval, Leopardus Pardalis or the like, in which case, one will exercise due care.
(If, in fact, your “cat” is a Didelphis virginiana, then, by all means, hug it, caress it, and call it George.)
Since they posed so nicely for the picture, these may actually be the nicest [bob]cats around.
For an odd reversal, I work at a camp where a Manx cat has roamed around campus for years. He’s a tuxedo cat and sweet as can be, but the kids all see him and ask “is that a bobcat?” No. He really, really isn’t. I worry that the poster of this ad is a former student who somehow took the “no, that’s a Manx” answer and applied it to all tailless felines.
I don’t doubt this at all. Morons get big cats as pets all over the country and THEN figure out how dumb of an idea it was. They don’t contact a zoo or anything intelligent like that, they just open the door and let ’em go.
I don’t think these are manx at all. These beauties are young bobcats or lynxes. Be careful and call the authorities to have the proper experts pick them up.