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Friday Cat Blogging: The answer is either “mrrrrrrrap” or “mowrrrrrrrrr”

Jun 26th, 2009
by Gillian.
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Dangling in the sunbeamI’m hoping this is the weirdest interview question I will ever get for the rest of my life:

What would your cat say about moving to Kelowna?

It just goes to show you will never be 100% prepared for an interview, so I suggest you formulate your answer to this in advance of your next job search, just in case.

Getting to the cat links, I swear to God I was being all intellectual and stuff and reading a Neuroscience blog when I found this Youtube video of cats getting stoned on a music keyboard:

Supposedly if you map your brain waves to music, that’s what they sound like. Which begs the question, what do the brain waves of stoned cats sound like? I’m guessing Nickelback.

This comes just a week after BoingBoing posted an educational video of cats strung out on the ‘nip from the BBC series Weird Nature:

Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream…

Unlike the turtle-humping-inanimate-objects video genre, these ones I can actually reproduce, that is, once I contact a high-grade catnip supplier and get my keyboard out of storage downstairs. Surely I could get my cat to say anything I want about Kelowna after 10 minutes of her writhing in A minor.

Friday Cat Blogging: nom nom nom

Apr 3rd, 2009
by Gillian.
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Shebang in a sunbeam

I don’t remember why I was searching for this but earlier this week I was wondering the chances of my cat eating me, should I unexpectedly die and nobody notice for a while. According to a Straight Dope article: very good. “In a day or two”.

It seems your dog would wait several days before feasting on longpig, but your cat is obviously going to toss aside any pretend feelings towards you and consider you dinner, should they run out of regular cat food. Which seems like incentive to make sure the pet food dish is always topped up, though really, what would you care, you’d be dead.

I’m actually more worried that given my cat’s sensitive stomach, she’s unlikely to digest me that well, as I’m hardly Grade A meat. And being found half-eaten by your pet somehow doesn’t sound as bad as being found eaten and then puked up again.

I hope my family members, upon hearing of my death after the landlord finds me due to my nasty corpse smell, wouldn’t mistreat my cat for eating me. It’s “postmortem predation”, yo. The cat’s gotta be fed. Consider it my dying wish.

Honestly, I’m not in a morbid mood. It was just a weird question that had an answer online, that I’ve given far too much thought to. Happy Friday, people. Have you pet your animal today?