21 July 2006

 

When your ball's are......



...bigger than your brains, I hope that you succeed.




Here is an example of a eagle claiming a cheetah kill for a few minutes, he survived.

While living in Botswana my eldest cat Tattoo was lying on her side, dozing in the sun, and enjoying the company of me and my wife.



She was lying something like the above pic.
Then some doves came sweeping into her space and she twisted and leapt 5 to 6 foot into the air and caught this dove on the tail, all in the space of 0.01 seconds.
I didn't even spill my drink.

If I had a reaction time like that me and my gut would be able to take on 17 tiffies (mechanics) and 17 tsshq (support staff), 7 airforce types, 7 army types, 1 marine and drink them under the table in no time flat.

That would be a hell of a party.

Comments:

Maeve said...
OOOOOOOOOO What a pretty kitty! I love her eyes!
Saturday, July 22, 2006 7:17:00 AM


BobG said...
Reminds me of a Siamese cat my parents had when I was a kid.We came home one day from some shopping, and found the back yard covered in blood, fur, and feathers. In one corner, with numerous gouges and scratches, was our cat, gleefully chewing on a very large rooster ringneck pheasant, who probably weighed as much, if not more, than our cat. From the looks of it, they had had quite a knockdown-dragout fight that had them rolling all about the yard; her using teeth and claws, the pheasant employing his spurs and beak. We didn't have the heart to take the bird away from her until she was done, after the battle it must have taken. She also had a habit of stalking stray dogs that wandered into the yard, and attacking them.
Sunday, July 23, 2006 8:12:00 PM

Comments:
OOOOOOOOOO What a pretty kitty! I love her eyes!
 
Reminds me of a Siamese cat my parents had when I was a kid.
We came home one day from some shopping, and found the back yard covered in blood, fur, and feathers. In one corner, with numerous gouges and scratches, was our cat, gleefully chewing on a very large rooster ringneck pheasant, who probably weighed as much, if not more, than our cat. From the looks of it, they had had quite a knockdown-dragout fight that had them rolling all about the yard; her using teeth and claws, the pheasant employing his spurs and beak. We didn't have the heart to take the bird away from her until she was done, after the battle it must have taken. She also had a habit of stalking stray dogs that wandered into the yard, and attacking them.
 
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