Monday, 19 April 2010
Olympic Team
I'd like to put my name down for the Olympics please...no, not for seats, I'd like to enter myself for the sprint. Actually, is there a race where your cat has a baby bunny in it's mouth that is squealing like a stuck pig and you have to lash about the garden vaulting hurdles of raised beds and chickens in order to retrieve said bunny in an effort to ensure that it doesn't join the rest of the dead headless uneaten bunnies under the barbeque? [sod the punctuation - I'm too tired to punctuate] Oh. There is no such race? Best scrub my name off then!
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Lou - Chicken whisperer....
Snowy and Moon
Ha ha ha, my cat brings birds, I lock myself in the downstairs loo, as birds scare me - its a hitchcock thing
ReplyDeleteI have double standards - don't want bunnies in the garden but I'd rather the cats didn't murder them within earshot/eyeshot AND they MUST eat all they kill!!!...euwww just thought, maybe they think we're going to bbq the bunnies...
ReplyDeleteLOL, I've never eaten rabbit, but they say it tastes like chicken.
ReplyDeleteI've tried cooking it twice (from the butcher) but it's way too gamey for me.
ReplyDeleteI had a visual of you dressed as Indiana Jones hurdling through the garden saving the bunny!
ReplyDeleteDid you have a good weekend?
I've got a hat like Indiana actually....
ReplyDelete..weekend was F.A.B. Fab. Great weather, great food, great company. Cats were naughty. My friend nearly vomited the gorgeous cheese up after she saw the carcass & entrails of huge mummy rabbit under BBQ! We seem to have turned into the Hillbillies!!...
Ha ha, at least if they don't come back you'll know why Lou! Seems like your cat has a taste for bunny rabbits. You should try feeding it. lol Sue x
ReplyDeleteI DO feed them, even bought that poncy Purina stuff on the telly and they still eat that...hence they're catching the baby bunnies and storing them under the BBQ...rather than eating them.
ReplyDelete...They're missing again now, camped out above the rabbit holes in the garden! I'm going to invest in army clothes and night vision goggles....fashion goddess me!
Maybe you could establish a breakaway Hillbilly Games? Put me down for the Hurling a Broken Football Goal into the Corner of the Garden And Leaving It There Because I'm a Lazy Scuzzbag and Can't Be Arsed Taking It To the Dump event.
ReplyDeleteNotwavingbutironing: You've got it, The Hillbilly Games are hereby established - Hurling Football Goal is your race baby (limber up)
ReplyDeleteNaturalSelection: You're on the 'poshed up-egg-on-toast-and-caramelised-onions-on-a-spoon-race
Smiffy; You're on Welsh Dresser hurling..
Brenda: You're on ski-jump as you seem to have brought back the winter Olympics at your place!
Mrs Mad; You can be on gigantic step routine using your toilet as the step in case your still hiding in there due to the 'bird phobia.'
Get training team....
At least the cats are keeping their prizes outside - mine once tucked a lovely headless pigeon into my bed for me to find. I didn't that night but I did in the morning arrrrrggghhhh!!! Such a shame they don't have that event though....
ReplyDeleteTattie: My friend once woke to a squirrel tail across her nose like a moustache! Nice
ReplyDeleteLou, you've won a blogger award - the sunshine award. You can go here to claim it: http://jollyoldengland.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunshine-award.html Of course I had to share it!
ReplyDeleteWow, that's so kind....my very first (but not the last hehehe she said rubbing her hands like an evil crone....blog domination here I come...)
ReplyDeleteNow see what you've done!
I want to play in the Hillbilly Games! (My ex-boyfriend always referred to me as a Hillbilly with a Heartful of Hate which made me very proud). I can do the Hub-Cap Discus - not manually of course - you have to see how far you can fling your hub-caps whilst taking a country bend at full speed and avoiding the posh tart on a horse suddenly facing you. I defy anyone to out-strip me at this event. Extra presentation points awarded for continuing to drive past as nonchalantly as possible, even raising a hand to the startled jodhpur'd one, without knackering your clutch in hearing range - and getting out of fist-waving sight before peeling off flattened children from the windows with one hand. Stopping the car at any point during this event incurs a deduction of 3 penalty points.
ReplyDeleteMadameSmokingGun: Have entered your name for said race. Please note this is one of our early races commencing at 8.50am and you are required to have bad hair and be wearing PJ's and slippers. Your passengers should be attempting to dress while eating their breakfast during the race so please ensure they have no Health and Safety training whatsoever. Over-and-Out!
ReplyDeleteOh you definately have to go to the Olympic Committee with that one!! It should be a feature. But would we enter it in the track or field? Thanks for takin part in the Friday Funny at mine today!! Very very funny, and lovely to meet you! x
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