Fluffy Is A Killer


Most of the time when I am really curious about something, I would institute a survey on the issue and see what the results might be.  But I have discovered that survey’s usually are ineffective on webpages and most people do not respond.  The last survey we did here, was as follows:  380 views on the page, 88 viewers that day that were new to the site, and only 1 vote cast.

Pretty bad.  This is why we do not do surveys.

If you were however to do a survey on pets, I would guess that the majority of website owners or Internet habitants have a cat for a pet, versus a dog or some other animal.  I see them (cats) mentioned all the time in their respective posts and/or photo’s.  Having no real data to support this, I would venture an opinion that the cat is most likely, the number one pet in America.  But I do not know for sure.

Recently I read a survey on the felines.  Some the things it presented were surprising to say the least.  When let outside the typical house cat turns into a killing machine.  I would wager that most cat owners were unaware of that fact.  University of Georgia researchers made this discovery when they strapped a camera onto the collars of some 60 domestic cats.  During a period of a week or so, they intently observed what the feline’s were doing while outside.

They found that 44% of the cats when released from the home, immediately went hunting, but they only brought home about a quarter of their prey.  This incidentally was broken down into lizards, snakes, frogs, rabbits, chipmunks, and birds.  This survey is interesting in the fact that it presents us with a totally different look at our pets, and what they do when outside.

It suggests that previous estimates of damage that America’s 74 million house cats will do to wildlife in general (this does not take into account wild cats, feral cats which live wild).  It appears that previous estimates on the damage the cats were capable of was underestimated.

Remember the survey’s before did not include the animals the cats killed, ate or left behind.  All of this is important because why?  The American Bird Conservancy says that cat predation is one reason why one in three American bird species is in serious decline.

The camera footage also gives us a good glimpse into what it is that kitty does when it is outside and on the roam.  It also proves the old adage:  “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Surprisingly, cats are a danger to themselves.  The video shows them engaged in potentially life-threatening behaviors’ like crossing roads, eating and drinking unknown substances, and exploring tight spaces.

And here is the kicker in all this.  

Several of the cats in the survey, unbeknown to their owners, also routinely visited a second family for extra treats and petting.  Next time you finally succumb to the constant whining and persistent mind numbing meowing of Fluffy to get outside, when you open the door and let him/she out, think about what the damage to the environment you are doing this day.

Fluffy it seems is a natural hunter and killer, despite his purring demeanor and charm.


What folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors:

Home page / Archives  
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)  
Looking Back On It All … 2012  
Missed Opportunities  
Christmas Last Year 2012  
Fluffy Is A Killer  
Lock N Load  
Mr. Gorsky  
The Worry Tree

I’m Sexy And I know It

As the week moves slowly towards the weekend, I am once again, thankful.  If there was no such thing as a weekend, I do believe, I would have to invent it.  It has been just that kind of week for me, and I am ready for some rest.

Today was a bad day, medicine that the doctor has ordered for me makes me ill, sometimes the cure is worse than the disease it seems.  It makes me nauseous, dizzy and one of the ill side effects is explosive diarrhea … which translates to slick, slicker and get the hell out of my way!

Today was as I said, a bad day for all of it.  I guess this is why they refer to it as “practicing medicine.” 

They are going to get it right one way or the other.

On another health related issue, I am reading where if you sleep with your pets, that this could be a bad move on your part.  They have discovered that people who sleep with their pets in bed are generally speaking, less healthy than those who do not.

Your pet will bring other parasites to bed, fleas, ticks, other small creepy things that crawl in the night and they in turn bite you and transfer the illness to you.  (And here I sat, thinking I would not have anything appropriate or scary for Halloween this year)

So Lassie or Fluffy could be (unwillingly) passing onto you bad health in their nocturnal visits to your last sanctuary of rest.  It would seem that Man ‘s Best Friend, could be just a tad less than that, if you sleep with him.  Taking this all one step further (as I often prone to do) I guess long wet kisses directly on the mouth are out of question too.

Cat Lovers unfortunately are not much better off.

All of you internet folks who have cats are not immune or safe.  Now you have something else to worry about other than the occasional hairball.  Funny how things work out isn’t it?  All those times, when my Daddy admonished me, “Son, if you lie down and sleep with a dog, you are going to get up smelling like one.”  Turns out he was ahead of his time (in dog years I suppose) and right as rain.  Been one of those weeks, like I said, “Glad it is almost the weekend.”

I went to the barbershop yesterday and they had a sign in the window and it read:  “You can have sexy hair, for $13.99.”  So the girl said, “What will it be today?” and I mentioned the sign in the window and she smiled and said, “Yeah, that is funny isn’t it?”  So I told her, “Take it off the ears, block it in back and leave the top alone.”  (Don’t want anyone messing with the two hairs that I have left up there).

I don’t care what she says, “There is something deep in my DNA that tells me I that am too sexy for my height … some of us have it and some of us don’t”   Friday in the country, I am now $13.99 ahead of the game … like a sheep ready for the slaughter, freshly shorn and ready for the weekend, I eagerly await my fate with great anticipation.

See Y’all on Monday … (Okie Talk)



Fishin’ Around

You ever watch this movie “Ghost?”  It stars Whoopie Goldberg, Demi Moore and the late Patrick Swayzee.  I am watching this thing today, doing a lot of television, because of the winter storms.  There is a scene in this movie, where Swayzee is standing across the street from the shop where Whoopie is set up telling peoples’ fortunes.  He is at this time a ghost.  He has been killed.  He is desperate and searching for an elusive something?

Still with me here?  Good.

Now this “ghost” see’s her sign and decides to cross the street in order to investigate further.  Now here is the part that cracks me up.  Swayzee, steps off the sidewalk and into the street …. Now before walking across this street, he “LOOKS BOTH WAYS” for automobiles!  Which kind of amuses me, if you are a ghost, and you are already dead, why do you check for cars before you cross the street?

Going to be a long winter boys & girls … A long winter indeed.

Teenager walking home from school stops at the local pet shop and purchases two gold fish, and then as his second stop, he drops by the Chinese Restaurant and gets an order of Chop Suey to go.  Both are in similar containers, little white boxes, metal handles.  Upon reaching his home, he goes upstairs, opens the box and dumps the contents of the box into the fishbowl.

Unfortunately for him.  It is the Chop Suey, he has chosen the wrong box.  He is standing there looking at all of this floating around in the bowl, and his father happens to walk down the hallway, he sees the Chop Suey, and enters the room.

“What’s that?” he asks the boy, and the boy replies, “Chop Suey.” The father stands there for a moment or two and then says, “Okay, I guess it is alright.  But you are taking care of it.  Don’t expect me or your mother to feed it for you.”

Which believe it or not, brings us to my wife.

My wife, bless her heart, I love her too death.  But she will often rag me about allowing my silverware to lie on the table at the eatery.  This drives her insane (a short trip on some days I might add) when I do this.  I will lay my tools on the table and she will go off on me like you would not believe!

I will say, “What in the world is the matter with you woman?” and then she will, usually in great detail, explain to me the inner workings of the Atlanta Disease Control Center, and vividly describe every known virus, bacterial infection, or whatever, that ever spent one nano-second on this planet.  In no uncertain terms describe every known virus, plague all the way back to the time of Moses’ and the forty-years wandering in the desert sands of Egypt.

Now when you have a person sitting right across from you doing this, vividly explaining how parts of your anatomy are going to rot off and fall on the floor, simply because you did not lay your tools on the napkin. Well, that can be a tad bit disconcerting to the average guy, to say nothing as to what it will do for your appetite.

Recently we were in Houston, Texas, and took the kid’s and the grand-babies out to eat.  We were steered to a suitable location and we all sat down and prepared for the meal and some conversation.  About that time, my daughter-in-law reaches into this bag thingy that has all the baby stuff in it, and produces a box of these small orange crackers that are called “Gold Fish.”

She opens the box, and dumps a copious amount of the items STRAIGHT ONTO THE TABLE right in front of me and my wife.

So I turn and I look at my wife, who by the way, seems oblivious to it all.  After a considerable amount of time, what I considered reasonable, I look at my wife and I say:  “Now will you look at that!  She dumped all those crackers on that table and that baby is eating them, what about that?  Huh, huh?  What about that?  How can she do that, and you sit here and say nothing.  Answer me that.”

My wife thought about it for a small amount of time (about a fraction of a second actually) and then said to me:  “That is her baby.  And you are mine.” Give it up men, you cannot win.  Just pack it in and move on.

Have a great weekend, we will see you all on Monday.