I came downstairs this morning to a horrific murder scene. There on the family room floor was the lifeless body of goldie, our priceless 3 year old goldfish won at a local fair through the herculian efforts of one of my sons throwing a ping pong ball into his bowl. He had survived countless days of us ignoring him and forgetting to feed him. He learned to survive eating his own shit. But he never learned to live outside his tank, the poor bastard.
It seems our two cats had formulated a master plan. They would hover above his tank for hours watching his every move. They were always drinking the water in his tank. We thought it was harmless, so we ignored it. Little did we know it was part of their murderous plans. In retrospect, it seems so obvious. They eventually drank the water down to a level where escape was futile. Then under the cover of darkness, they attacked. I have concluded that Cookie was the lookout and Smokey committed the dastardly deed. Both are denying all involvement and claim that goldie leapt to his death on his own. They have both lawyered up.
Smokey claims it was Colonel Mustard.
The saddest part of this story is that Avalon will never experience the joy of transporting goldie to the shore or her mother’s house again. She would utilize an old lemonade container for these trips. Once while coming home from the shore she thought goldie needed more air, so she took the lid off the container. As she was turning to get on I-95, the bowl tipped over and goldie went under the car seat. Avalon pulled over and tried to find him to no avail. She gave him up for dead, but he flopped out and she was able to put him in the 2 inches of water left in the container. When we went on our cruise, she used the same container to transport him to her mother’s house and it fell over and broke, spilling most of the water. Now you know why I don’t like to drive in our minivan.
So ends the sad story of Goldie the goldfish. RIP
I knew a guy in high school. I don’t think he was gay, but he carried himself like one. You know the type. Prissy, with an attitude.
Anyway, at school one day he (Gregory), told me how he resolved a problem his cat created.
His mom had just bought a brand new car. The cat had left mud footprints across his mom’s shiny new car. Gregory buried the cat up to it’s neck in the backyard. Gregory went and got the lawnmower, cranked it up and went to down.
No more problems with the cat.
Gregory probably grew up to be a serial killer and is now working his magic on humans. Ever see the movie Caligula?
The Caligula plot reminds me of you, Smith-n-Jones. A bunch of psychotically deluded inbreds who have gone over the edge.
Maybe you and Gregory should get together and suck each other off.
Funny story and very funny pics.
Do you REALLY have a pussy …errr, cat …. named Smokey? That’s just weird.
Stuck
I do have a kitten named Smokey. He never listens, always gets into trouble, and attacks Cookie without warning. I think the name is fitting. He was named by my son, not me.
Smokey, your a colossal idiot that just cant stop fantasizing about other men sucking your syphilitic organ while accusing others of being gay.
I know a guy that grabbed a Siamese cat by the tail swung it around then letting it go against a wall. The cat lived.
And waited.
And one day that cat leaped from the bushes and onto his head and gave him a trip to the hospital worth 100 stitches.
I just want to say thanks to everyone for not mentioning how stupid I was to think a fish in a jar with a lid on it needed air. 🙂
Kill Bill,
Is that a true story ?
K
Yes, he has the scars to this day to prove it.
Kill Bill,
Take a break from smoking that White Owl and answer my question.
Was that a true story about that cat that got revenge ?
What happened to the cat afterward ? Did he whack it ?
He learned to survive eating his own shit -Admin
Im thinking maybe the goldfish should have been named Smokey instead of the cat.
What happened to the cat afterward ? Did he whack it ? -Smokey
Dunno. It wasnt his families cat.
Kill Bill, Take a break from smoking that White Owl -Smokey
Another reference to someone smoking a penis.
Yanno Smokey your like the woman who doth protesteth too much.
You talketh of the penis too mucheth to be straight.
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Anything that causes a cat’s demise will get my vote. Living on Maui, we had so damn many feral cats (that would prowl your porch and piss all over everything) that I set traps for them and got one or two a week until they thinned out.
I’d pet them, feed them, carefully bathe them and return them to pee on my deck again.
Sure I did……
I once ate a gold fish on a drunk bet. A few hours later I puked it up and it was still alive. Now a days I prefer to eat pussy kat than goldfish
I suspect this is a frame job.
What cat would leave a carcass? Was there an autopsy performed? Puncture marks? Did one of the cats paws look suspiciously clean? How about fish breath? Did Goldie have any other known enemies? More importantly, did the cats?
Yes, something about this whole affair smells fishy.
I used to LOVE the TV show Murder She Wrote, it helped that the character was from Maine. There is always a twist at the end, uncovered by that sly old lady by a final clue. A missed piece of evidence, a seemingly uninvolved witness or a new crime by the guilty party would invariably reveal the initial allegations to be false.
FREE SMOKEY!
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