The best way to win an argument

"The best way to win an argument is to begin by being right." 
-- Jill Ruckelshaus

Cat's Diary

DAY 752-My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of  furniture. Tomorrow
I may eat another house plant.

DAY 761-Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair... must try this on their bed.

DAY 762-Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765-Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was... Hmmm must try this with their baby...

"Resistance is useless! (If < 1 ohm)"
-- Anonymous

Mother cat with several kittens are walking in the park when a handsome Tom cat walks by and says, "Hi, Honey."

Mother cat says, "Don't you 'Honey' me! You said we were only fighting!"

A fellow who's just reached his 150th birthday was giving a press conference to the assembled media.

"Excuse me, sir," one of the reporters said, "but how did you come to live to 150?"

"It's actually quite simple," the old fellow replied. "I just never argue."

"That's impossible," the reporter responded. "There must be something else, like diet, or meditation, or something. Just not arguing won't keep you alive for 150 years!"

The old fellow stared hard at the reporter for several seconds.

"Hmmm," he finally shrugged, "maybe, you're right."


"You can't have everything... where would you put it?"
-- Stephen Wright


Teeth hiding

Two golden-agers were discussing their husbands over lunch.

"I do wish that my John would stop biting his nails. He makes me terribly nervous."

My Fred used to do the same thing," the other woman replied. "But I broke him of the habit."

"Really, how?" asked the first woman.

"Easy, I hid his teeth."