Fred, meet Schrödinger...
Posted on 11/28/2013 11:24:48 AM PST by Rex1971
Edited on 11/28/2013 11:27:18 AM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
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Fred, meet Schrödinger...
There is a branch of hand-magic that is 100% misdirection. No sleight of hand or sneaky stuff like that, but the magician pulls off great appearing/disappearing stunts. It’s particularly effective when you have an audience and a single subject, because the at-large audience can see exactly what you’re doing, and laughing their a$$es off at the fact that you’re getting away with it and the subject isn’t seeing any of it.
I think it’s like that. It isn’t sleight of cat’s-paw, but rather an elaborate misdirection ruse. Don’t feel bad, the catz do it to their humanz all the time, every day.
That is a truth. However, my Aunt managed another 1.3 decades after arriving at that point...
Are cats the true ancient aliens?
My dogs — all four of them — came when I called. They are house animals, too, but nothing like cats.
Fred will get on top of a high dresser when I’m looking for something and stare at me. All of a sudden, I see his face, then his eyes. I am totally taken aback.
Are they really from this world? Tard, the cat, says, “No,” but I’m with Georgio A. on this.
Some of the described Fredevents could be due to paranormal circumstances.
Or he could just be totally bat stuffing crazy.
Door was at the end of a hallway.
Mimi was weird.
There is nothing on Earth quite like “cat”.
Perhaps they aren’t from here, but they’re so unmotivated to conquer us that they condescend to live with us.
Perhaps they just are odd.
My sister’s cat Shadow would have shouted at me for that and given me his “ape face” pout.
Alien. That too is a kitteh commonality.
Shadow was overall black with a “preacher collar” mark on his neck.
He..spoke.
Hello, no, oh no, oh wow, mommy, I’m Shadow, a barbarian style rage call immediately after telling the world he was Shadow, then he’d pout and run for his human mommy.
I miss him as he was a hoot.
He did an old man chuckle as he played.
I’m stealing that when I’m on my desktop machine later.
Your mom is (?) brilliant. Way to go for her. Who needs a Master’s, anyway, unless you’re a scientist or something along those line.
I was born near Davenport, IA. How did you know?
What happened to sofa? Did you forget poor old sofa. If you change the “a” to “u,” you got yourself a couple of UFOS...
In the particular area of Ohio that I originate from, were you to call a davenport a couch, one would find discomfiture and plague bats summoned onto your skull.
Same with “sofa”.
The definitions of each being actually distinct at one point.
Frightening in retrospect.
Grandma sitting there hawkishly staring over her blue hornrim glasses, her cane held almost in “point in line”.
Or he could just be totally bat stuffing crazy.
You're talking about a cat. Of course this is the correct statement. As you would be able to perceive it...
her cane held almost in “point in line”.
I would betcha she could use that cane to trip grandkids who insisted on running in the house after being told to cease..
One never truly perceives a cat, but is perceived by the cat.
Grandma held the cane alternately in a fencers challenge pose, or as a stagehand hook.
And the running was NOT my fault, that was Phillip, Bo, and my brother!
Don’t let this be known, but I have a cane collection. My first one was from 1973. Didn’t get many more until recently.
In the days of yore, elevators in Los Angeles did not have the laser red light to stop them from closing. As a court reporter, I had to carry lots of stuff. So when the elevator door was going to close on my hand and carry it to another floor, I stuck in my cane which is mahogany, and it would stop that bugger from hurting me.
Grandmas are smart and canny.
I’ve helped work on some of those kinds of elevators.
Those doors were a pain.
I once grabbed a men’s dress cane and asked my friends how I looked.
“Dang scary”
“Like a demonic Houdini”
“Which Bond villain are you?”
“I have to ask, who did you kill?”
That was the range of responses.
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