Cute Overload :D
Mmmmm, fresh local grasshoppèrrrrre…
[Paw up to face, thinking] I shall enjoy heem weeth a white wine sauce…
[Licks whiskers] weeth a leetle salt and peppères…
Right, chef Nathan M.?
My cat Boj loved grasshoppers! They’re nice and crunchy.
Pink Paw Pads!!
Yumm, grasshopper under glass.
My cat eats moths. I wish she’d eat spiders.
cutest paws everrrr!
Thank goodness the title was a warning about this post. I can’t look at a grasshopper, no matter how cute the cat next to it might be!
*squinches eyes tight and scrolls down to comment safe-haven*
That one claw–he’s ready to use it like a can opener.
Jahari loves flies… but not to eat. She just catches and releases until it dies. I love it when she puts them in her mouth then takes them into a different room to chase him in there. Heehee
Cutie pie watching the grasshopper!
Kitty looks so pensive in the second pic – I love it! I used to have a cat who would capture bugs under his paws, and then veeerrry carefully lift said paws to examine the bug – thereby allowing it to escape, much to his chagrin. It didn’t matter how many times he did this, he never learned. He was such a good cat – I miss him. *sniff*
Totally gonna try this at home. [ glances around looking for empty jar ]
OMG I LOVE TUXEDO CATS! This totally reminds me of my two little guys.
This looks like at least an hour’s worth of good amusement for a cat.
This reminds me of my kitty at home… She captures them, and drags them to her water dish and drowns them.
THe second picture really cracks me up.
The kat looks like s/he’s pondering the best method of getting that hopping thing out of the invisible barrier.
In Florida my cats ate giant palmetto bugs and then promptly puked them back up. Glad they just eat crickets now. With some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Maybe the kitty’s a grasshopper mint fiend.
Dang. It told me there was an error posting the first time. Liar!!
Heh. Woe to teh flying critter in this house. Nala is indifferent to crawling bugs, PUck was terrified of them! I once drew his and my husband’s attention to this cool bug. PUck gave it a look, realised it moved, and ESCAPED! by teh nearest route- dh’s back!
ONyx loves crawly critters- the toy that moves itself.
In Florida my cats ate giant palmetto bugs and then promptly puked them back up. Glad they just eat crickets now. With some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Posted by: Redzilla
Great “Silence of the Lambs” line! You’re such a pro. I live in SC where we have those nasty Palmetto Bugs that just freak me out worse than any snake or spider could even dream of doing – I love it when my kitties catch ‘em but I try to get the struggling half-dead buggers out the door before they have a chance to eat them. I can imagine nothing more disgusting than a puked-up cockroach. Eeeeeuugghh!!! (sorry, harshed the cute again, but I couldn’t help me self)
Oh wow, in second pic he looks like a pensive William F. Buckley poised to say something really “brilliant”!
EEewwwww, RedZ!!!! [wipes mouf fervently wif hand]
I love how cats all share some common traits and habits, even though they’re all individuals, you know? &:o)
My normally laid-back kitteh ZAPS! into immediate action if there’s a fly in our apartment — She can go from honk-shuing to INSTANTLY JUMPING up FEET into the air & uses both of her little paws to grab flies in mid-flight.
We get those centipedes too (thousand leggers? with all the hair-thin legs?) Kitteh chases those long-leggetty things like a kitteh possessed!!
My kitteh, the evil Riley, chases bugs with disastrous results….on my apartment. He is the Godzilla to my apartment’s Tokyo.
And he never catches a damn thing.
LC – I feel your pain. Evil. Just plain evil.
“No more shall you terrorize and create mass panic, my little hopper of horror – BEHOLD: The paw of mayhem!”
“No more shall you eat crops, and destroy a city’s agricultural base. LOOK UPON: The hooked claw of calamity!”
“No more shall you jump at people, spreading disgust and political unrest. WITNESS: The whiskers of…oh look – who’s finger is that?”
Aubrey, not just evil, but crazy to boot. See one on a sidewalk, and it’s just as likely to jump *toward* you as *away* from you.
Oh, and my third-grade teacher didn’t help my phobia any by making us dissect them with our school scissors and TAPE THE PIECES INTO OUR LITTLE LINED NOTEBOOKS. *IN SEPTEMBER*!!! SO I HAD TO WRITE ACROSS THE LUMPS ALL THE REST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!!!!
Sorry, flashback over.
What a handsome kitty! Love the second picture…ponderous!
LC, when I was in Santa Fe – a grasshopper landed on me. Want to know what it’s like to turn into a pillar of salt? Talk to me.
And you’ve hit on the head one of the fundamental problems with insects. Outside of their inherent wickedness, of course.
Sorry. I’ll try to stop the hatin’.
That cat looks just like Sylvester. As in Tweety and -
“when I was in Santa Fe – a grasshopper landed on me”
When I was in kindergarten, same thing. Pillar of shrieking salt, though, in my case.
“Hooked claw of calamity”
You kill, Aubrey.
Like Carolina, I used to be so proud of mighty huntresses when they disabled a palmetto bug, but then I had to get it away before dining commenced.
LC, there are some botanical gardens down here in SC that have grasshoppers that are probably 3-4 inches long….or more…those suckers are HUGE. I usually am not afraid of insects…but if they fly or jump they are usually fairly unpredictable and that scares the bejeezus outta me.
Can I just say-not being an entomolgist or anything-but that bug looks like a Katydid to me. Anybody else think so? I love to listen to Katydids and am sad when they die. That said…I love the pics. Cute kittie, lovely bug.
in grade three? mit snizzers? and tape ‘em in yer book? lumpity lump-like? eeewwwwwww!!!
REDZILLA! There are some things you can’t un-read!
The rest of you Peeps:
Cringe, grimmace, GAH, hack-hack, sthpit! I have no appetite.
Sthylvester Kitty: Oh Waiter, sthere’s a katydidth in my thoop.
Okay, warning, this is true but kind of gross- if you really can’t stand the idea of grasshoppers, skip to the next comment:
One summer when I was a kid and living in Montana, we had a plague of grasshoppers. The yard and fields around our house were inundated with them, and it was a chore just walking across the yard because grasshoppers would fly out in front of you like the parting of the Red Sea. They would get in your hair, eyes, clothes, and even down your socks. They destroyed my mother’s tomatoes the afternoon she planted them, eating them down to the stalks in under four hours.
Unfortunately, my dad read in one of his many organic gardening books that the solution was to collect a bunch of grasshoppers, grind them up, and spread them around outside. The object was to create a grasshopper “plague,” which would kill them all off. My twin sister and I were assigned to collect the specimens, and were each given a plastic freezer bag and told to fill them up before we could go play. My sister had the bright idea of putting Glad sandwich bags over our hands, which made the job somewhat less disgusting, but it was still one of the worst jobs I’ve ever done, which with my father is saying a lot. She and I triumphantly brought the bags back to our dad, who was waiting in the kitchen with my mother’s blender. He proceeded to stuff the grasshoppers, mostly still living, through the swing-up lid. He then hit purée.
It was one of the weirdest sounds I’ve ever heard, not as sharp as crushing ice, but a kind of clipped chopping and gushy smearing. The blender’s sides were a greenish red. The result, a mass of wings, legs, antennae, and grasshopper guts, was put into a garden sprayer and spread across the lawn. As far as I could tell, there was no appreciable lessening of the grasshopper population (although my dad still claims it worked wonders.) When my mom found out what he had done to her blender, she made him go and get a new one. The other blender, with “GRASSHOPPER” written in huge letters across the plastic, in permanent black marker, was relegated to the garage, where it sat as a constant threat that my sister and I would once again be given that hideous chore. Fortunately for us it went unused, and for some strange reason when we moved to Oregon, it didn’t make it to the new house.
Whew. Shanchan, that is a…memorable experience.
And Laurie C, I LOL’d at your school-grasshopper-notebook story–but I think it’s even outdone by shanchan.
shanchan, all I can say is YAY! for your mom.
Is it a cricket, a grasshopper or a katydid? Don’t jump to conclusions.
thinkie, yes, at least I didn’t have to catch any myself. Grade 3 teacher told us all to leave our little Pink Pearl erasers on our desk one night, and we came in the next a.m. to find one straight-pinned, still wiggling onto our erasers on our desks. She had a couple of the boys catch ‘em.
Sorry, that looks way longer than I was thinking.
I forgot to say, re: the picture- the whiskers! The whiskers! (/soylent green voice)
And you probably didn’t need the grasshopper blender in Oregon. I lived there for roughly 30 years and never saw a plague of grasshoppers, nor heard of one in the state elsewhere, either.
GAH Laurie C!!!
I am not very squeamish, but the idea of live grasshoppers pinned wiggling to erasers…it’s a wonder you were not traumatized for life. Or maybe you were.
I shudder to think what your parents would do a with bass.
pours into glass, takes a swig)
“Mmmmmmmmm – that’s good bass!”
Shachan-that is soooo funny! Disgusting but funny!
Has anybody else ever been to The Dinosaur National Monument in Colorado in the summer? They have infestations of Mormon crickets where MILLIONS of the bugs swarm on the roads and you have to run over them to get anywhere. It is very unsettling to hear them pop as the tires roll over them. And they eat their dead! I’m not squeamish about bugs but this was one of the worst experiences ever!!
“Or maybe you were.”
When I was a library page, putting books away as a high-schooler, just having to handle a book with bugs on the cover gave me the willies.
It was just a leap of faith. Still, they’re all so similar, it’s almost insect-uous.
Aubrey- hee hee!! I can’t tell you how happy I am that the whole “organic gardening” phase with my dad pretty much ended after the move.
Definitely a katydid, I’d say. Doesn’t detract from the cuteness, though! My cats back home love to munch on buggies from the yard…I miss them so much! *wishes she could have brought her supah-smooshy kittehs to college*
Oh me oh my!
Great stories, all! I really feel for your insect phobias. The only ones I fear are the eight hairy legged doobers that scuttle out quickly and scare the shite out of me….wolf spiders!!!
That truly is awful, LC, having to cute up grasshoppers and write over their widdle corpses for the whole year! Yeeeech! And, that’s pretty sick for third graders to find wriggling hoppers on their erasers. My kids would have been upset cuz they were taught to respect all living things. (Alright, except hamburger)
And, shanchan….what can I say? Grossest story ever??? But, very interesting! Something I had never heard of before!
BWAH, I typed “cute up grasshoppers” instead of “cut up grasshoppers”. That’s really weird.
Y’know, peeps, this post would be good for dieters – I have NO appetite now and usually by 4:30 or so I start at least thinking about dinner. Now? Not so much.
And I think Theo is too grossed-out to even comment!
My old kitteh Kato would catch spiders and somehow eat the body but not the legs. We’d find little piles of the legs on our floors. Guess there wasn’t enough meat on the drumsticks to make ‘em worth eating.
Current kitteh Mambo likes to swat flies up against our kitchen windows. He’s amazingly fast: a feline fly-swatter.
I love it when my cats find bugs, spiders, etc. I thank them for going on “Bug Patrol” (and sing a little “Bug Patrol” song to them), because my cats always find the creepy spiders and maim them enough for me to get ‘em and flush ‘em quick! My cats don’t eat the bugs, as far as know, thankfully. They’re like my personal bug-detection service. Even though the cats don’t pay any bills, as my husband likes to tell them all the time, they definitely earn their keep!
Ohhhh, Siamese-y face! I bet he has a loud, deep me-awww, too! ^_^
“Can I just say-not being an entomolgist or anything-but that bug looks like a Katydid to me. Anybody else think so? I love to listen to Katydids and am sad when they die.”
Katydid? That is an actual word? As in the books? I am bewildered.
Cats are such cruel animals [evil grin]
Hedgehogs are great for disposing of creepy crawlies, too. Our Alex and Sonic lived for the live cricket or whatever the boys caught and tossed in their cages. My current cowcat Delaney takes care of insects in the house… and Bucky Katt is the great siamese hunter outside.
LC – what kind of totally messed up teacher did you have to put up with?? the dead bodies in your book was bad enough — but HOW can a teacher or any sane person pin living grashoppers on erasers and make kids cut them up?! with scissors? do these people think, at all, ever..?
zos, it’s only in recent years, in telling the story and getting the reaction you have virtually every time, that I realize it was pretty f’ed up. At 7 or 8, I, of course, had no clue how much, it just creeped me out massively.
Laurie C, I got one suggestion: sue the school district and make them pay for your psychotherapy. The horror! Innocent Pink Pearl eraser DEFILED!!!1!!
does noone care about the poor inocent grasshoppers?!?………the little claw, oh, the little claw!!
I’m with uberkitten, y’all … let’s pleez talk about the CAT!
has anyone noticed in pic 2 his profile looks just like Liam Neeson’s? No lie.
What a gorgeous roman nose that tuxkit has. I feel the need for a proper noserub coming on.
I like eez toes. I wanna smoosh that paw against my nose.
I think that’s a katydid, not a grasshopper.
bugs are cute, too
MY tuxedo kitty eats spiders, centipedes and any creeping flying thing she can catch. (Which is somewhat limited as she is a 100% indoor kitty.) Maybe, I should rent her out.
My kitteh “Katie” ate one of those extra large giant palmetto bugs and I threw up. Seriously, and not just a little in my mouth….The worst part was the crunching sound.
[puts Chinese takeout menu back into drawer]
Aubrey, unless I completely missed another post in here, I’m honored that I’m the only one to get your “Bass-o-matic” reference.
I love Dan Akroyd.
Sarah, those were the glory days, weren’t they?
And now when I hear Borat, I always hear a little bit of a Festrunk Brother, too.
The Manolo, he has joined the ranks of the cute:
I didn’t *actually* live through the glory days, but I certainly know my vintage SNL. And I definitely have crushes on seveties Steve Martin and Dan Akroyd. Especially as Yortuk and Georg!
“My kitteh “Katie” ate one of those extra large giant palmetto bugs”
I cannot BELIEVE what Katydid. (starts taking croutons out of salad)
Oh, what a good idea! My babies would go CRAZY if they had a grasshopper for a ‘pet’. When we lived in Calif. they’d go out on the patio and were afraid of that jumpy hoppy thing the first time they saw one. For a second. The second passed. Meestah Grahsshoppah was keelt. *a moment of silence please*
Oh, I remember a story! Our first cat, Mouse, was about half grown when he went out on the front porch and batted at a bee as it flew by.
It stung his foot, it swelled up, and poor Mousie was quite hesitant to bat at flying bugs for a long time.
‘Nuther one. Our Boston Terrier, Mona, was about a year old the year we had a “plague of June bugs”. Mona ate them and the result was perfectly turd shaped solid June Bug chunks, coming out of her butt.
There, I am helping everyone with thier diets.
No thanks necessary.
The heartbreaker in Florida, was the rare occasions when the kittehs got a lizard off the screened patio. Made me cry, ’cause I lof de lizzards.
Okay, folks, here’s a question: How in the hell can an 8 pound cat produce a 2 pound turd that singes the hair out of your nose when you go to scoop it?
I swear, that litter box is a crime against humanity.
Wow, Lauri, so junebugs are like the corn of the cat diet?
Yeps. Katydid. Or did she?
Laurie C – your teacher sounds like a serial killer in the making! Lumpy books and pinned Pink Pearls, it’s enough to scar a person for life.
LaurieC, that is one of the most demented, sadistic school stories I’ve ever heard. Are you sure she wasn’t a nun? (sorry, folks,parochial school trauma showing here)
Yep, methinks it’s a katydid,too.
What about Jiminy Cricket? Scary? Not scary?
(calls) Mrs. Bedford, are you listening?
OK, sorry, gotta tell one quick cat-and-bug story:
In Africa, there are these giant flying termite-things that swarm after the rains. They’re considered quite a delicacy and people catch them and eat them.
Apparently cats think so, too. The morning after the rains, there were multitudes of these bugs stuck to the marble (it was cheaply mined in that area) floors by their delicate wings. The cats were *going around and eating the bodies off the wings*, leaving little pairs of transparent wings stuck to the floor with an empty space between them.
One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.
JP – Jiminy Cricket? Not scary.
Awww, they’re both so cute. I’m glad that Mr. Grasshopper is protected by that container.
That little kitty looks very intense. *snorgle* I think the grasshopper is cute but I will refrain from snorgling it.
During my Time Without Elvis (when my ex had him), I had a psychotic spawn of Satan cat named Pugsly. Pugs was a scorpion killing machine. Of course, the cat was whacked and a bit of a masochist. Fast forward – Elvis is with me again and when he checked out his first scorp, it stung him in the nose. I’m told cats are immune to bark scorpions, but Elvis was a hurtin’. Poor baby. He did recover much quicker than when I’ve been stung.
Elvis will still alert me to a scorpion (from a safe distance) but he’s far from a great protector.
Oh – and normal, benign, crunchy bugs? Elvis doesn’t care.
He did bring in a gecko one day. The gecko dropped its tail as a distraction but Elv wasn’t tricked. Now THAT was gross. I had to pick up the wiggly, detached tail and throw it out along with the gecko torso. Blech.
[singing a la Cliff Edwards]
When you wish upon a star
Makes no diff’rence who you are
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come truuuuuue…
Is it safe to return? For once I am skipping reading Peep’s comments. Bleah.
Entomology and Etymology
Have pity on a little cricket
Living in its’ little thicket
Greener than a garden pea
(Wouldn’t ever hurt Aubrey)
Out of nowhere suddenly
Stuck in a jar for a day
For a cat’s morbid play
Caught again in a photograph
For us all to have a laugh
I do applaud each bug story
But please do not be so gory
I need to eat
Pic#2: OMG that hooked CLAW.
Pic#3: LOVE the tuxitude and that collar.
Shanchan – Ewwwwww!!! Good on yer mom.
Pyrit – I feel for you, man.
When we (briefly) lived down in LA, I came in one day to find a gi-normous grasshopper monster flailing about in the house.
Put kitty in, took baby out for a *very* long walk.
Zelda (“the magnificent, the butter cat” — all six pounds of her) took care of matters.
She was, though, ALWAYS fooled by the lizard tail trick, so major praise for Elvis.
Though I was happy to only get what I got.
“Ahh, Grasshopper, you have much to learn. Be careful, young Grasshopper, for the cuddly kittycat is also a ruthless killer….”
All of these stories of bugs and cats reminds me of when Mac was small (hard to imagine now, but he was once a svelte young thing, although with an already fully-developed mean streak). We had a greenhouse at the bottom of the garden, and he used to go in there to sleep on the tomato plants. One morning I went to call him inside for breakfast and he wasn’t waiting at the back door. So I wandered into the garden to see where he’d got to. From inside the greenhouse I could hear a scampering noise, so went to investigate. He’d managed to corner a really big fat furry bumblebee that hadn’t got warmed up enough yet to fly, and was happily engaged in batting this thing from one end of the greenhouse to another, belting the snot out of it and then running down to the other end to catch it as it skittered across the floor. I don’t think he had any intention of eating it – he likes to play with things until they’re dead, at which point he leaves them wherever they fall and wanders off looking for other small things to torment. He’s a big softy really…
I think katydid.
Katydids are super cute!
Wow. Applause to all the Hero Kitties!
A cousin was in the shower for one of the first times in Arizona. He spotted a scorpion on the wall of the shower. He decided NOT to engage in combat with a wall-scorpion while he was naked.
Good song, pyrit.
This is for those who think that cats are expressionless and unemotional:
Our long-haired tabbie, Pandora, was in my room, fascinated by a particularly buzz-worthy fly. She batted at it, lined it up, swatted it and tried again and again to trap it under her paw. When she finally succeeded in doing this, she figured the game was done. Fly dies. Humanity wins. She turned her paw over to enjoy the debris but the fly buzzed in her face and flew away! The astonishment in that dear kitteh’s face was marvelous.
Very smart man, Lauri. I’m just glad scorpion season is over for another year.
There’s no need to be gory; the business doesn’t have to be crunchy and drawn-out.
Artillery. That’s all you need, short and sweet.
Aubrey – I’m concerned: are you proposing firing a 14lb neutered tom from a rifled barrel at a target for whom the windage and trajectory has been carefully plotted using the latest methods? Please stop doing that – they usually miss, and Cap’n FuzzyPants gets mighty tired of it very quickly
I stopped using tommy guns long ago. Don’t want the Cap’n all angry and stuff.
I have a question though, have any of your cats tried chasing ants?
new here. this site is so cute. and this is my gift for you guys. ive just found this really cute pic i would like to share
Fire and Ice by Traci Edwards
Wow, some of the comments here are just beyond disturbing. Putting live animals of any sort in a blender should be illegal, as should pinning them alive on the erasers of young children. Not only is it severely creepy, but insects have nerves and can feel pain. Brrr.
That having been said, that is a really cute cat. I still wouldn’t let it eat the grasshopper.
Oooh, a tux cat with a Roman nose… one of my favorite things since TK came into my life.
Grasshoppers. Noisy damn things.
We once had friends who had a greenhouse in which they grew something… er… ahem… herbal. The grasshoppers ate the plants, as grasshoppers are wont to do but then they didn’t hop very fast or very far — kind of sideways or in circles. Like, wow… This made them easy prey for the fat marmies in the household.
My mother’s kitteh valiantly killed all scorpions for her, with many grrrrrrs.
Oh, I thought for sure someone would have said how this ‘ISN’T CUTE, IT’S CRUELTY TO GRASSHOPPERS!’ Did I just miss it or are we really not having any controversy despite the bottled (yet unharmed) animal in these pictures? XP
My cat Basil, who disappeared a few years ago, once tried to eat one of those little clicking beetles. Everytime he’d get it into his mouth to chew it, it’d click right out and he’d have to try to get it back into his mouth. He did this five or six times before he just gave up on the thing and let it wander away. Guess he shoulda learned how to chew with his mouth closed.
You’ve got to love the guy with the finger, pinning the glass/plastic container down, to ensure that the grasshopper is not harmed in any way, by the cat. When I was five years old, my mom (who was terrified of grasshoppers) told me one night that she would pay me 25 cents if I would kill the one that had accidently hopped into our front door and was sitting politely on our creme entryway linoleum. I couldn’t do it. On the other end of the spectrum, I had a friend several years back who would freak out when I would try to kill spiders creeping around my apartment. It’s funny, but to this day I am more empathic toward insects, in general. I usually stop and study them, for a while. I wonder where their families are, etc. I make an effort to not kill spiders unless they are crawling near my bed, for instance (too creepy). I actually observed a spider who lived in my linen closet (in the exact same spot), for over a week. He eventually migrated elsewhere, but I never found him. I don’t know why this is especially pertinent to this picture, but it’s nearly three in the morning over here and I felt like rambling. The grasshopper in the picture is definitely “cute”.
I find the grasshopper in the picture cute. Good thing he is protected by the jar.
But to the stories in this thread –
ISN’T CUTE, IT’S CRUELTY TO GRASSHOPPERS!
There, Shawna, I said it.
Seriously, peeps, Can’t we give our cats non-living things to play with? Insects can feel pain too. I pry my kitteh’s mouf open to rescue lizards and bugs and release them to a safe place.
That cat looks so much like our Charlie!
A cat comes to view Miss Grasshopper,
Intending to slice or to chop her.
But while he’s away
To prepare his entrée,
She’ll escape and there’s nothing to stop her.
I think I have Limerick Psychosis. Please help me
pyrit, [aherm] amen. I likes the little buggers npi* myself. I find them fascinatingly alien.
*no pun intended
“Finally, the fly landed, and tickled the sleeping old dog’s ear. At once, orange tabby cat leapt, as old dog chomped his canines at the fly and came eyeball to eyeball with the cat backpedaling in mid air and old dog dreamt briefly of a fly the size of a fat orange tabby cat.”
“Winter boredom indoors wore the dogs’ and cats’ patience thin. When they tired of pestering each other, the occasional insect alternative made bugs safer out in the cold. Now and then a bug would find itself navigating the carpet and become the main course for four wet noses,…each claiming a leg or a wing.”
“…purposely slow enough to show off glorious wings. Indeed the butterfly’s vanity slowed it down and led to its’ demise, as vanity is said to do. It was disturbing to find lipodeptra remnants in the grass where the darker aspect of the cats’ nature had revealed itself. Orange tabby cat was seen proudly trotting along with six, delicate, velvety black legs sticking out of his clamped muzzle. No one was ever the least bit impressed with this sport of his but at least it kept him close to home.”
Predation made … cute?!
Not to nitpick (< --another etymology we owe to entymology) but I believe the word is "lepidoptera," not "lipodeptra," unless maybe it was a rather fat butterfly.
Teehee! My kitty Spot liked crickets. After I’d cut the grass he’d follow me around the yard while I kicked over little piles of cut grass so he could eat the crickets hiding underneath. He knew this was coming – once the mower was off he’d come running.
jaypo – thanks for the spelling correction. I shouldn’t type until I wake up more.
Jaypo, I don’t think you can legally make a comment on CO that’s “no pun intended.”
love the “roman nose” observation!
RedZ, then I retract my intention but not the pun. It’s in our blood now. How sad.
Limerick Psychosis is not an entirely bad thing, Kate. Especially since, as Teho has pointed out, yours scan.
From the Betty Crockerroach Cookbook:
(new grubfest edition)
Katydid kabobs, grasshopper guacamole, crispy cricket croutons. Mmmm, and for dessert, locust custard and cicada cakes, and, just for jaypo, fritillary fritters,…fat ones.
I think a lot of the charm of these pictures is the safety of the grasshopper.
(And the resulting rather cerebral appreciation of the Tux.)
And of course the limerics Kate sends scan, she scan rhyme too.
Iamb really impressed.
What kind of geek language is scan?
Lauri — in this context, “scan” (scansion) means that Kate’s limericks fit neatly into easily-pronounceable & traditional limerick structure. No meter hiccups, no reachy rhymes.
So, to answer your question directly, LITERARY geek language.
“Aubrey – I’m concerned: are you proposing firing a 14lb neutered tom from a rifled barrel at a target for whom the windage and trajectory has been carefully plotted using the latest methods?”
Hee. In my household the cats are trained to BE “bug guns.” We would pick them up and aim them at bugs on the ceiling or high on the wall, and SNAP! bug was gone… it got to the point the cats wouldn’t even look around at us, they took it so compeltely for granted that they’d be picked up and raised to a convenient level for bug-chomping.
It was the only hunting they did (indoor kitties)
Yeah, what Teho said. Right # of syllables, correct # & placement of stress, etc. Kate’s got it.
honey did u forget to feed the dang cat again???
The second photo is chillingly reminiscent of the Grand Moff Tarkin in his consideration of blowing up Alderaan.
Well, if Tarkin was a cat.
And if Alderaan was a grasshopper.
That’s a Katydid.
Not a grasshopper.
Oh, what a handsome nose the kitteh has! And here I was thinking my tux, Ninja, had a handsome nose.
Crane – My cats chase ants whenever they make it inside the house (the ants, not the cats). They can’t quite seem to figure out what it is they’re chasing, though – “…That dirt is moving! *sniff* Gah, it got stuck on my nose! *flail* The dirt is moving again! *sniff*”
My Miiru, on the other hand, was deathly afraid of ants – one summer she happened to sit her big bum on a path of ants, and I will never be able to forget the image of the chubby thing running in terror, kicking with her legs in all directions. Poor thing refused to go anywhere near ants after that. Silly girl, I miss her so much.
But yeah, all my cats are professional bug-busters, which is a good thing since I’m deathly afraid of bugs. D:
actually thats a katydid, not a grasshopper
Definitely a katydid.