tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15861891.post112902721954359875..comments2024-03-28T03:24:03.551-04:00Comments on MYRANT: SRBissettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14426874992235196378noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15861891.post-1129235907641140522005-10-13T16:38:00.000-04:002005-10-13T16:38:00.000-04:00Hey, all my friends are weighing in on the mouseke...Hey, all my friends are weighing in on the mouseketeer manhunt! Yo, Matt, Dave, and Steve -- the reference to "Mr. Fur" and the bathtub situation deserves some elucidation. <BR/><BR/>The cat Steve is referring to used to carry live mice into the bathroom of the Underhill VT home Steve shared with his partner of that time. Mr. Fur would plop the live, terrified mouse into the bathtub, then stage a sort of sick gladiatorial combat: leaping out of the tub and hunkering down out of the rodent's sight, leaving the little bugger to scamper around in a panic. As soon as Mr. Fur heard silence (as the panting mouse finally stopped to ponder just how fucked he might really be, having resolved that escape was impossible), he'd LEAP over the lip of the tub and pounce on his prey, inflicting -- well, you get the idea.<BR/><BR/>This would go on for hours, and inevitably end in a bloodied tub, a severed little mousehead, and the internal organ cats don't eat lying in the tub for Steve or his partner to find later on. <BR/><BR/>Had Mr. Fur lived, I've no doubt he'd have proved useful at Abu Ghraib.SRBissettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14426874992235196378noreply@blogger.com