I am waiting eagerly for TeamCat’s opinion on this competition for humanity’s obedience and love.

Totally agree. I used to run a little community garden and would go to the zoo to collect elephant waste when they cleaned out the pens and cages. That stuff is dry and looks more like peat than poop. No smell either; we could dump it right on top of the tomato plants with no nitrogen burn at all.

How a cow’s poop looks has a lot to do with what’s it fed. Give a bovine some grazing room and they tend to make firm poop. Feed them grain, like we do in “modern” feedlots, and they tend to poop nasty stuff, mainly ‘cause it’s only partially digested.

I live right behind a semi-abandoned cemetary. Every other month or so the city has a some contracting company show up with power leaf-blowing, wood-grinding, ninja screaming, bass pounding equipment that should eliminate the need for a cemetery, as the noise should wake the dead.

Absolute agreement about the cardboard scratcher lounge. And yes, the bits of cardboard are annoying. But it’s cheaper than buying new furniture to replace the destroyed antique that your Grandma gave you - sorry, Gramms.

How many millions of the taxpayers dollars were wasted on this case?
I don’t mind the government acting stupid - I just mind paying for it.

Homemade rice pilaf.

As well you should. I hear Ted likes ‘em under-aged.

I’m just as baffled by the “purse-seat” controversy. If the subway is not crowded, can I rest my shopping bags or backpack on the seat beside me?

One of the things I love about public transportation in Boston is all the tiny entertainers in strollers that I see on my commute.

My Grandma, who was an Army wife, once told me that drugging children on airplane flights was actually common practice in the 50’s. The docs would line them up, inject them with knock-out juice, and bind them to the seat for the rest of the flight.

I’ve heard stories of people in the late Roman period and in the Victorian period grinding up mummies and ingesting them as medicine to cure disease.

Yeah, but remember, Osiris was Isis’s brother.

As near as we can figure out, Tut was married to his sister (yeah, I know, kinda pervy, but then that’s how Egyptian royalty rolled.

Actually, Isis gave up looking for Osiris’s wedding tackle and made an artificial member that she attached to his body.

According to Egyptian mythology, Osiris was resurrected - not all that differently from Moses being found in the bulrushes by an Egyptian princess. (By the way, it’s this story of the recovery of Moses from the book of Exodus that convinced me that the Exodus story has at least some historical basis.)

Another possibility concerning the mummified non-remains of cats that were found at the Bubastis, great shrine of Bast in Egypt, is that they represent an cat that died within a household elsewhere in Egypt. Shrine-ets to Bastet have been found in smaller cites and towns with large deposits of cremated kitty corpses -…

Mike, you probably know this, but for the rest of the world-

One of the disadvantages with having outdoor cats in the inner ‘burbs was the miserable little a-holes who saw our happy, well-loved cats on the porch, decided that we could use some more, and proceeded to dump litters of kittens on our front lawn.

Yep, and I’ll admit we were operating a bit of a deficit - I’ve lived with over 35 cats over my years, and we got every one of them fixed before they could spread the love.