When You Got Nuthin Good To Say..

Cute, but the cat didn't seem to really appreciate the attention, at least after a while.

And of course it should be noted, that if the cat was dead and tossed into the pigpen, the pig would eat it.
 
Facebook the genocidal killer of our time. Slaying braincells and creativity even as we speak.
 
Facebook the genocidal killer of our time. Slaying braincells and creativity even as we speak.

I joined several years ago, I thought it would be a good way to keep in touch with old friends that now lived a long way away.

But I found that I'm not that interested about what they had for dinner, or how often they have to do laundry, or what their children are up to, or what their friends think.
 
I joined several years ago, I thought it would be a good way to keep in touch with old friends that now lived a long way away.

But I found that I'm not that interested about what they had for dinner, or how often they have to do laundry, or what their children are up to, or what their friends think.

That's my feeling. For family or friends that are separated its a great way to keep in touch and I think that was along the original concept.

But the people who post every thought then sit back and anxiously await how many people like/dislike their posts.

never mind there are couples who argue across this thing, air their dirty laundry...I am the only person I know-in my "real life" that does not have one. And don't get me started on twitter.
 
Cute kitties.

The cat on the slippery snow roof brings back memories. We were visiting my folks one Christmas and our kitty would sit in an upstairs window and stare, so one evening I let him out and he quickly got used to patrolling the roof of their multi gabled house.

We got ice one night and the next day I didn't think and let him out, he slid about six feet down and couldn't get uphill. So dumb me slid completely out the window on my belly, just my feet turned outward holding me in. I could just reach the cat.

He happily clawed his way up my hand and over my shoulder and along my leg to the house. And then I couldn't get purchase on the ice to get myself up. I had to holler for what seemed like forever before someone came up and then it took Dad and my wife each pulling on a leg to get me in.
 
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