Animal Hospitals

Posted by Blokeman on November 11, 2008 under General Bloke Stuff | Be the First to Comment

Oh Dear!

Oh Dear!

My partner often says that I am weird, I try to retort with the fact that I am eccentric, until it dawns on me, I am not rich enough to be eccentric, so am resigned to being weird.

One thing recently raised this comment from my dear partner, we were driving a long and we went past two veterinaries however instead of being called a “Vet” they instead had “Animal Hospital” written as their name, seeing one, went unnoticed, but seeing the second brought a chuckle out of me, and my partner asked what I was laughing at, so i broke into the following:

“Every time I see “Animal Hospital” it raises pictures in my head of dogs and cats laying on their backs in hospital beds like humans with IV drips in them and heart monitors, and cats dressed as Nurses walking around and dogs dressed as Doctors, with stethoscopes and all, talking to the other patients. Kind of like the animal version of Scrubs.

And the cat nurses walk up to a bed with another cat in it, but then they realise it is another cat, so they start hissing and mowing at each other, and a big cat fight ensues, then the dogs join in and it becomes a big mess, then it Droopy the dog walks in in a white jacket and says “Oh Dear” and starts to try to calm everything down.

And Wiley Coyote is laying in a bed in the corner all wrapped in plaster and bandages with his leg up in one of those leg slings, and all you can see is like a mummy outline of Wiley Coyote, but just his eyes are showing, and then just outside the curtain, Road Runner is talking to a dog in a jacket in hushed tones to see whether Wiley will survive”

All of this popped into my head in a matter of about 2 seconds, so I explained it all to my partner, who chuckled a little, looked at me very strangely out of the corner of her eye and said “You’re Weird”, but seriously, what else am I supposed to think when you call a place an Animal Hospital?

They’re Invading

Posted by Blokeman on August 5, 2008 under General Bloke Stuff | Read the First Comment

I thought my move to semi-rural coastal town Hervey Bay would hopefully finally see an end to the torment thrust upon me by those evil little buggers, that so haunted my life.

Well now it appears there is no escape and the cat is in on the gig too. It seems they are now in this together. I mean we all already know that cats are evil and you can see her watching me from on top the cupboards slowly calculating my demise, and today I now have proof. As I sat at my desk working away, I heard a slight squeel from my fiance, I left the tranquil surrounds of my work asking what was wrong. To be told, that the cat has brought a “Cricket to play with”.

“A Cricket” I scoffed, follewed quickly by “pfft”.

On my way through I picked up the dust pan and broom, expecting to ferry my harmless chirpee little friend to the long grass out of reach of Velvet the evil genius cat. As I neared and bent to look I was confronted with the photo below.

Again doing my best school girl impression I screamed and hid behind my fiance, who took the photo for me as I ran for cover behind locked doors in my office safe from the little bastard. They are sending in their big troops now, this one was about the size of my iphone, and had a newer more evil glint in it’s eyes!

Spawn of Satan

Spawn of Satan