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I haven't been here in awhile, and I missed you guys. I haven't laughed that hard since I saw a cat in a bikkini!! (I will have to post the picture when I get home)

This thread should say NSFW! My coworkers thought I was crazy with all the laughing...

By the way, if this experiment were to be performed with my kitten, Rikki Tikki Tabby, the toast would lose every time, and Rikki would land on all 4 feet. I have never met as agile a cat as Rikki or one with a greater penchant for mischief. In fact, I feel quite safe in assuring scientists everywhere that if you strapped TWO peices of buttered toast to him, he would still land on his feet with all butter mysteriously licked clean! ;)

In fact, here you go:

Note to scientists and members of PETA: Toast was allowed to cool before being placed on cat's back. Cat was also given a substantial reward of butter prior to experiment to reduce feline induced errors.

I could not get a picture of Rikki in mid-air, since the kitchen counter is the highest I feel comfortable inducing him to jump from. You will notice, however, that the toast is butter side down and Rikki is licking his paws!

Well THAT settles it!

Beautiful cat, Marichiko. :love:

CAREFUL!
PETA says paws have feelings too. ;)

I am T'Pau, Queen of the Universe. Women worship me and small rubber mice fear me.

We deign to respond to Sir France's doubts as to the validity of our experiments concerning the metaphysics of buttered toast. Although we perceive that he is a man of some erudition and has the breeding to greet us with due respect, Sir France is nonetheless not at our level. He does not leap tall entertainment centers with a single bound or see dead people, ergo his powers of observation are obviously rather limited. Whereas his inquiring mind is admirable for his species, we have a witness who observed us to halt in mid-air and precisely execute a reverse to a leap when we realized that the bathroom sink we were aiming for was full of soapy water and nylons. Our powers are awesome, it is absurd to imply that we could be bested by a mere blob of gluten, chicken embryos, and dairy byproducts. But since we are regally indifferent to anything with which the inferior species occupy themselves, we will generously overlook your limitations. Felis oblige.

As there is nothing more, we wish a cordial good evening to Sir France and his minions here present.

Hang on a minute!.... queen or no queen, let's get a few things straight:

1. I once knew a 6'3" female trapeze artist and acrobat, called Betty, who ran a one woman-show and with whom I played leap-frog regularly. Never had any trouble!

2. My best friend, whom I meet at work when we go for a drink quite often (that last word can be applied correctly both to the meeting and the drinking btw) is a mortician

3. Thanks to my wife I have several pairs of strength 2.5 glasses (spectacles that is - in case you were trying to see a connection here with the previous sentence), even though I only need strength 2.

Hasty, hasty, hasty - no wonder the universe is in the state it's- hey, wait a minute, what's that you're holding there, doesn't look very pleasant, in fact looks as though it could be quite fatal.... I sort of recognise it - what's that writing on the side. I've got a pair of 2.5's handy as it happens... just pop them on. Let me see...., hmmm, oh yeah, can just about make it out now..... 'Omega Fully Patented Spacetime Distillation Blas-'* ....... ooops!

(btw does anyone know how I can get rid of these onions that seem to be attached permanently to my right leg....?)

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With the proper writeup, you could probably get a venture capitalist to fund that experiment.