Posted on 09/21/2016 7:08:06 PM PDT by 11th_VA
If it were me I'd have a little recorder inside playing an occasional plaintive meow.
Perfect!
When I was in college, taking my studio art courses, I was told an interesting story by one of my professors. Several years before I went to that college, there had been a student who would collect roadkill. He'd take the animal and encase it in a block of concrete - I think he may have written some sort of inscription, or date, or poem, or something in the concrete. Once the block of concrete had set, he would return the block to where ever he had found the animal in the first place.
I guess he made several of these memorial "sculptures" during the course of a semester. Eventually the semester ended and the student left the school, never to return, but he left one last sculpture behind in his studio space in the art building. It was a big block of concrete and no one wanted to take the time, or make the effort, to haul it away, so it sat there...time passed. Then, one day, the concrete block split and a horrible smelling goo began to ooze from the cracks in the concrete, filling the fine art building with its stench. Suddenly, people were motivated to remove the sculpture.
I think there's a lesson there for all of us, if we look closely enough.
PURE MARKETING.
She’s TRYING to get you outraged.
A+ for understanding brain-dead journalists, though.
Classic, just classic. Oh man...
I can see the headline now: PETA kills cat purse owner.
LOL! That would almost make me want to buy it. /joking sortof
Years ago used to play bridge at gal’s house. She had four cats, two on the fireplace hearth, one on an island in the kitchen and one draped over the top of a passageway door. Was always amazed at how well behaved they were since I had cats but mine were all over the place. Commented on them one week. Those that knew gal well just laughed. Cats were all quite dead and had been stuffed. Turns out that she took them all to bed with her at night.
Never went back after that.
Well...I was going to post something but your post made me laugh so hard I forgot what it was.:D
Back in the day my father told me about a friend of his with
a speech problem who told a young lady he had called on she had a couple of mighty pretty “titties”
Rey,
When I was in high school, I tore the fur off a rabbits foot key ring and just had the skeleton, is that like the Nazis?
Too funny..
Just.........NO! Looks like my elderly tabby.
Wouldnt a cat handbag properly be called a ...
Purrrrrrrrrse?
Bttt
Artist? They used to call this taxidermy.
red
Good on her, bizarre as it may be. Not so long ago, it was high fashion.
Well, that’s not creepy.
DANG!
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