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October 06, 2009 |
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Must Love Cats
FOUND by Whitney
in Vienna, Austria
My friends and I had had a relatively lame night at the bars in Vienna: empty dance floors, bad music, the works. We were on our way to the gelato place to cheer ourselves up when we found this little guy on the sidewalk-- and we deemed the night a success.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Cat: totally cool, of course.
Guy: needs some work. Nice shirt, shame about face.
I love cats!
Especially in a flaky pastry shell with a little cherry sauce over the top. Schmeckt gut.
Also ... no mention of ceramic cats today.
awww, da baby...
Librarian: I heard they taste like chicken.
Is Whitney referring to the dude as "this little guy" or the kitten? Was the picture itself small? Maybe wallet-size?
Compared to the size of his head, that guy's hand looks massive. That gleam in his eye slightly sinister.
Carnivores don't taste like chicken.
Youz are a vary neece laydee. Thenk you
verimush for leating mee hold you pussy. Maybee youz come over to my plakes and weez all can haz the amerkerican cheeburgers and the vodka?
My copy of the Larousse Gastronomique says that lion flesh can be cooked in any recipe suitable for beef; however the flesh is considered insipid.
I should think cat would be more tender than lion, and less gamey. But don't be surprised if it tastes like kibble.
Whenever I hear (or read) the word insipid, It reminds me of Loretta Tortelli and her word-of-the-day calendar.... "I'm insipid!"
Is that an Austrian accent, HPD?
@ Librarian in the woodwork - nobody can really say anything about "no ceramic cat postings" ...until there are more than 4 postings on the Found object.... We have rules here you know.... additionally we believe the man in this photo has both hat and panty crickets...
I've tasted rabbit. I think that a rabbit would taste like a cat. The rabbit tasted somewhat like chicken.
Reminds me of bob ross, in a way.
YOU are not gonna believe this but....I think I know this guy!!!
He is "Bill" the Butcher at my Whole Foods Market.
I can't speak for the cat though.
So many cats, so few recipes. Made in to a dumpling stew they are pretty good, with the right seasoning. Got to be careful where the carcass remains are disposed of, the irresponsible "owners" may look for it.
Ah, I know this man! Dr. Claw's much nicer twin brother Archie, and his pet cat, HAPPY Cat- most definitely not from the same litter as MAD Cat.
Do-do-do-do-do, Inspector Gadget.. Do-do-do-do-do- hoo hoo!
In the open market where I live, rabbits are always sold cleaned but with the skin on (which they will remove on request when you buy it). This is to prove that you ARE getting a rabbit and not a cat. If you see a skinned-out "rabbit" in the supermarket with the paws and head removed, beware. Because teeth and length of leg are what give away a possible switcheroo. So apparently yes, the taste is similar.
They say that often pets look like their owners and I'd have to say this is the case here.
is it just me, or does he resemble flea from the red hot chili peppers?
Oh, hai! I'm just sittin here with an Eastern-European-lookin gai, hopin for some rabbitz latur.
Baby Basil, if I saw a "skinned-out "rabbit" in the supermarket with the paws and head removed," I would bug the heck out of there. I've seen enough partially mauled, expired baby rabbits in my backyard from my cats.
no, no, no, don't you recognize him?
It's Dr.Evil's lesser known fun and flamboyant twin, the black sheep of the family really.
It's also common practice to skin the rabbits out but to leave the front paws on for identification.
How come I missed this first time around?
Sweeeeet!