You mean to tell me all this talk of cats and dogs and no one besides me will admit to owning any reptiles! Oh well. A few things here have got me to thinking, but the funniest is this one:
Cats...
the other white meat.
I can't believe no one said that before.
You do not know how untrue that is. if you have ever eaten small spare ribs in a certain type of ethnic restaurant you would realize they are not really a "white" meat as is pork, although they are often substituted for pork spareribs in certain ethnic cuisine. Think this is BS, no it is not.
I once sat outside of the MDC (Metropolitan Correction center - a federal lockup in NYC) waiting to have them accept two prisoners from us. There was myself, another agent, and one prisoner in our car, two agents and another prisoner in the other car. We watched as a person of certain ethnic origin made his way along the street rather rapidly toard a certain famous ethnic area in NYC while carrying something that was covered by newspaper. As the breeze blew, a bit of the something under the paper was exposed and looked to me like a Have-A-Heart trap. I joked to the prisoner that he was probably taking a cat home for dinner.
Just about at that moment, he met two other people of the same ethnic persuasion who were walking in the opposite direction. He began to speak to them, pointed to the thing under the newspaper and then rubbed his belly as if to say: MMMMM, MMMM GOOD! The others look as if they became excited and started to bend toward the thing in the first guy's hands. The guy lifted the newspaper and low and behold it was a big hissing/spitting cat. He again rubbed his belly, laughed, and hurriedly made of toward that
ethnic neighborhood . I don't know if he was putting on a show for us because he figured we were watching, or if he had caught that cat to catch rats or mice in his apartment or store, or if it really was to become dinner. I do know that some of the ribs I have eaten have been mighty small but oh so good. True story as stereotypical as it may seem (from either point of view). Always makes me laugh, especially when I don’t know if he did that just to get a rise out of us or was just expecting some good eats that day! After all, they eat a lot of things, in other places, that we do not usually consider table fare here. Sort of makes my mouth water and my trigger finger itch.
and land and then he would bat at it again a nd it would fly around until finally it flew outside.
