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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
Just for fun, drag something juuuuust until it disappears underneath. He’ll go nuts
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed Just for fun, drag something juuuuust until it disappears underneath. He’ll go nuts
Evil, Karen, eeevill (snicker) — Cliologist, Philanthropologist, Prothonotary Wibbler, Paleoconservative, Surface Warrior Squid
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
Auntie Tweed, Thare are Greeblings EVERYWHERE!! Dey go wherever dey wantses, bekause dey are tiny enuf to fit. Mama and I hunt dem all de time, but thare are ownly too of us, and millyuns of Greeblings. Unka Pan is no help, he kan’t see well enuf or move fast enuf to hunt, ennymore. Boyfriend is trying his hardest to protekt yoo from da rug greeblings. For tiny liddle kreechers, greeblings are meen and danjerus. Nina and Francesca.
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Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
Dear Miss Christina, We are the greebling experts! You can trust us kitties. You can’t trust your poor weak hoomin eyes. Believe me, they can get anywhere. They change shape, and get flat, or long or whatever they need to do to hide from you. But we can see ‘em, hear ‘em and smell ‘em. Please don’t take any risks with those horrid greeblings just waiting around to take over the house– or fly down your throat when you’re sleeping! Eeeww! I get all creepy just thinking about it. Believe me, I know it’s not yours or my mommy’s faults that you can’t see them. You just have to relax and let us do our jobs. We’ll take care of everything. Love, Stinky Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
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Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
Boyfriend is right. We have rug greeblings in the kitchen and the family room. Sometimes I have to move the entire rug back to get to them. Meowmy will come home and find the kitchen rug upside down and in the dining room, but she doesn’t find greeblings. That’s because I ate them all. Boyfriend is doing the right thing. Samuel R. Thunderpaws The Great Greebling Hunter
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Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep.
When Shmogg was still interested in Greeblings he had a unique way of dealing with the ones under the kitchen rug – he *surfed* on them! This is one of the first stories I ever wrote for RPCA back in April 1998: SURFING CAT Shmoggleberry lived in a pokey 2 bedroom flat for most of his life, and so took great advantage of all the extra space to run around in when we moved to a large house. The main bedroom, lounge, dining room and kitchen are all reasonably lined up, so Shmoggleberry could run full speed from one to the other. He can really get up some speed! (Since the flat was small, he couldn’t really get a decent run without having to make some very sharp, speed reducing, turns) The Kitchen has a lino floor, and since it was winter when I moved, I put some small mats down in the kitchen so I didn’t get cold feet. He very quickly discovered that if he got some speed up and then jumped onto the mat at the start of the kitchen, his momentum would allow him to "surf" across the lino, using the mat as a board. At one point, he got up to much speed, he discovered a law of thermodynamics: once you are moving, its hard to stop! THUNK! head first into the far wall of the kitchen. He let out a rather surprised "OW!" (as you would) and stopped to give himself a good grooming – which he always does when he’s done something stupid. I thought he’d learnt his lesson by getting a fairly good smack in the head. Alas, at some hideous hour of the morning, we were woken to the sounds of boomba, boomba, boomba (sound of cat hurtling through empty house, approaching speed of light), sweeeeeeeeeee….. (sound of mat sliding on lino) ….THUNK (sound of insane fluffy projectile being suddenly stopped by unforgiving wall). We had just managed to doze off, when – Boomba boomba boomba, sweee…, thunk. (just enough time to go back to sleep) boomba, boomba, boomba, sweeee…, thunk. (enough time..) boomba, boomba… etc. I caught him at it later the next day – he came screaming out of the bedroom, landed on the mat, and then put his head down so the wall would collect him on the flat bit between his ears. Almost like he was a charging bull. I guess it caused him the least amount of pain. Although I know El Moggo is probably the most cunning & conniving creature I’ve met, I also know he can be remarkably thick. Yowie
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<SNIP Oh yes! I believe kitchen rug greeblings are closely related to newspaper greeblings, very sneaky little devils which take an expert cat to deal with them.
— Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat.
OH MY!!!! I’d compleetly foregotten about newspaper greeblings. But, from the state of the last newspaper I brought in the house & left on the couch when I went to work…. I think the furballs got them all. —
Mathew Butler to 2 kittens: Chablis & Muscat En Vino Veritas
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Isn’t it funny how cats will always groom themselves nonchalantly whenever they do something stupid, my dogs just used to look embarrassed,but a cat makes sure you ‘know’ he did it on purpose That was a funny story Yowie, Wilson always chased the mop when he was little, it was especially funny when he chased the polish mop, he would skid everywhere. Jean.
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. When Shmogg was still interested in Greeblings he had a unique way of dealing with the ones under the kitchen rug – he *surfed* on them! This is one of the first stories I ever wrote for RPCA back in April 1998: SURFING CAT Shmoggleberry lived in a pokey 2 bedroom flat for most of his life, and so took great advantage of all the extra space to run around in when we moved to a large house. The main bedroom, lounge, dining room and kitchen are all reasonably lined up, so Shmoggleberry could run full speed from one to the other. He can really get up some speed! (Since the flat was small, he couldn’t really get a decent run without having to make some very sharp, speed reducing, turns) The Kitchen has a lino floor, and since it was winter when I moved, I put some small mats down in the kitchen so I didn’t get cold feet. He very quickly discovered that if he got some speed up and then jumped onto the mat at the start of the kitchen, his momentum would allow him to "surf" across the lino, using the mat as a board. At one point, he got up to much speed, he discovered a law of thermodynamics: once you are moving, its hard to stop! THUNK! head first into the far wall of the kitchen. He let out a rather surprised "OW!" (as you would) and stopped to give himself a good grooming – which he always does when he’s done something stupid. I thought he’d learnt his lesson by getting a fairly good smack in the head. Alas, at some hideous hour of the morning, we were woken to the sounds of boomba, boomba, boomba (sound of cat hurtling through empty house, approaching speed of light), sweeeeeeeeeee….. (sound of mat sliding on lino) ….THUNK (sound of insane fluffy projectile being suddenly stopped by unforgiving wall). We had just managed to doze off, when – Boomba boomba boomba, sweee…, thunk. (just enough time to go back to sleep) boomba, boomba, boomba, sweeee…, thunk. (enough time..) boomba, boomba… etc. I caught him at it later the next day – he came screaming out of the bedroom, landed on the mat, and then put his head down so the wall would collect him on the flat bit between his ears. Almost like he was a charging bull. I guess it caused him the least amount of pain. Although I know El Moggo is probably the most cunning & conniving creature I’ve met, I also know he can be remarkably thick. Yowie
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Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol) members, my house is greebling free. Every so often they try to get in… But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it’s ‘house settling’ noises) & instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)… So far, the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can’t get in. They are such good guards for being so young. They will be formidable when they are grown. It is good to feel safe from evil greeblings.
Ah now I see! They’d be under the floorboards in my place though, and anywhere in the house when the gat needs to go the toilet, he does a loud howl and runs around like a maniac then does his business, odd creature!
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Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the- kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
Oh yes! I believe kitchen rug greeblings are closely related to newspaper greeblings, very sneaky little devils which take an expert cat to deal with them.
— Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed Auntie Tweed, Thare are Greeblings EVERYWHERE!! Dey go wherever dey wantses, bekause dey are tiny enuf to fit. Mama and I hunt dem all de time, but thare are ownly too of us, and millyuns of Greeblings. Unka Pan is no help, he kan’t see well enuf or move fast enuf to hunt, ennymore. Boyfriend is trying his hardest to protekt yoo from da rug greeblings. For tiny liddle kreechers, greeblings are meen and danjerus. Nina and Francesca.
L O Nina & Francesca I fink Kitty FC got too old to bother about der greeblings in der house, it is FULL of dem, but most are under der rug in der kitchen. I try to show meowmie but she carnt see dem. I sez to Kitty, look, I tell you wot..you go outside and fite the big black cat to save me der job, and I will get all the greeblings in der house to save *you* der job. She sed its a deal. I doan no why she larfed when she settled back down in front of der fire after she fort The Enemy and he ran away. She say you will be busier dan me. Wot she mean? I avnt made der rong choice, av I? I fink I hear greeblings under dat rug again. Kitty is fast asleep, funny noizes coming from her nose. Sort of zzzz. pfff. zzzzzzzzzz. ppppffffff. Myself, I have to stay up all der nite to get der greeblings. <scratches head Boyfriend
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -I fink Kitty FC got too old to bother about der greeblings in der house, it is FULL of dem, but most are under der rug in der kitchen. I try to show meowmie but she carnt see dem. I sez to Kitty, look, I tell you wot..you go outside and fite the big black cat to save me der job, and I will get all the greeblings in der house to save *you* der job. She sed its a deal. I doan no why she larfed when she settled back down in front of der fire after she fort The Enemy and he ran away. She say you will be busier dan me. Wot she mean? I avnt made der rong choice, av I? I fink I hear greeblings under dat rug again. Kitty is fast asleep, funny noizes coming from her nose. Sort of zzzz. pfff. zzzzzzzzzz. ppppffffff. Myself, I have to stay up all der nite to get der greeblings. <scratches head Boyfriend
Boyfriend, You are the dearest little fellow. I send you special skritches from across the sea. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
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Is there such a thing?
Is there ever! They belong to the family of under-the-rug greeblings, and Mere has been showing me how lacking Frank and Nikki have been lately in hunting them. It seems that they have let the greeblings multiply enormously, though Nikki does hunt them half-heartedly every now and then. However, Mere is on their case, and is taking care that they (the greeblings) keep on their toes. — Marina, Frank, Nikki, and introducing: Mere! marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – What are greeblings? Greeblings are those pesky animals that the cats chase when we can’t see anything there. One example is the under-the-rug greeblings, which apparently my place is full of, and which Mere chases with abandonment. She burrows under the rugs, bunny-kicks them and bites them to kill the greeblings under there. She also chases the bed greeblings when I make the bed, and makes sure I am protected against these foul beings. — Marina, Frank, Nikki, and introducing: Mere! marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki
Yes, and that’s why Nina was making it virtually impossible to put clean sheets on my bed, yesterday. =o) She was having a grand Greebling hunt. Melissa
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Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol) members, my house is greebling free. Every so often they try to get in… But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it’s ‘house settling’ noises) & instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)… So far, the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can’t get in. What are greeblings? Marcia (UK)
If I ever see one, I’ll let you know. (Actually, only cats can see these mysterious creatures). MLB
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What are greeblings?
Greeblings are those pesky animals that the cats chase when we can’t see anything there. One example is the under-the-rug greeblings, which apparently my place is full of, and which Mere chases with abandonment. She burrows under the rugs, bunny-kicks them and bites them to kill the greeblings under there. She also chases the bed greeblings when I make the bed, and makes sure I am protected against these foul beings. — Marina, Frank, Nikki, and introducing: Mere! marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki
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Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol) members, my house is greebling free. Every so often they try to get in… But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it’s ‘house settling’ noises) & instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)… So far, the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can’t get in.
What are greeblings? Marcia (UK)
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Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol) members, my house is greebling free. Every so often they try to get in… But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it’s ‘house settling’ noises) & instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)… So far, the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can’t get in.
They are such good guards for being so young. They will be formidable when they are grown. It is good to feel safe from evil greeblings. — CATherine
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Thanks to the dedicated work of my 2 intrepid FHP (Feline House Patrol) members, my house is greebling free. Every so often they try to get in… But my cats hear them (we hoomans think it’s ‘house settling’ noises) & instantly go on patrol, checking all corners, window leges & especially the bathroom (greeblings LOVE to sneak in through the bathtub drain)… So far, the house remains surrounded by greedblings, but they can’t get in. — Mathew Butler to 2 kittens: Chablis & Muscat En Vino Veritas
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Is there such a thing? Boyfriend says there is. For the past two weeks or so he has been fishing with his paw under the edge of one of the kitchen rugs. Not all the time, but enough. I turn the edge over to see if there is a beetle or something; there never is. I put the edge down again. He lifts it and says look, there it goes, you missed it. I’m not sure whether to believe him, what do all you kitties think? Has there ever been anything called an under-the-kitchen-rug greebling? KFC, from her retirement snoozyplace next the fire says he’s just being silly, there are no greeblings at all. At least, none that would disturb her sleep. Tweed
