Animal Jokes


                         Cat Haiku
 For all of you who sleep with a cat or two, you'll  undestand.

      You never feed me.
      Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
      That will sure show you.

      You must scratch me there!
      Yes, above my tail! Behold,
      Elevator butt.

      I need a new toy.
      Tail of black dog keeps good time.
      Pounce! good dog! good dog!

      The rule for today
      Touch my tail, I shred your hand
      New rule tomorrow

      In deep sleep hear sound
      Cat vomit hairball somewhere
      Will find in morning

      Grace personified,
      I leap into the window.
      I meant to do that.

      Blur of motion, then-
      Silence, me, a paper bag.
      What is so funny?

      The mighty hunter
      Returns with gifts of plump birds-
      Your foot just squashed one.

      You're always typing.
      Well, let's see you ignore my
      Sitting on your hands.

      My small cardboard box.
      You cannot see me if I
      Can just hide my head.

      Terrible battle.
      I fought for hours. Come and see!
      What's a 'term paper'?

      Kitty likes plastic
      Confuses for litter box
      Don't leave tarp around

      Small brave carnivores
      Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
      Fear vacuum cleaner

      Want to trim my claws?
      Don't even think about it!
      My yelps will wake dead.

      I want to be close
      To you. Can I fit my head
      inside your armpit?

      Wanna go outside.
      Oh, shit! Help! I got outside!
      Let me back inside!

      Oh no! Big One
      has been trapped by newspaper!
      Cat to the rescue!

      Humans are so strange.
      Mine lies still in bed, then screams!
      My claws aren't that sharp ...

      Cats meow out of angst
      "Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
      We could break so much!"

      Litter box not here
      You must have moved it again
      I'll crap in the sink.

      The Big Ones snore now
      Every room is dark and cold
      Time for "Cup Hockey"

      We're almost equals
      I purr to show I love you
      Want to smell my butt?

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, FRIENDS - T-Bug
Donated by Barbara Johnson 

Garfield's Law: Cats instinctively know the precise moment their owners will awaken ... then they awaken them ten minutes sooner. -- Jim Davis

I'm used to dogs. When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later. A cat would never put up with that kind of rejection. When you returned, she'd stalk you until you dozed off and then suck the air out of your body. -- Erma Bombeck

It is said that cats are untrainable. That is not totally accurate. appearances to the contrary, cats do pay attention to the instructions they receive. They listen closely to what you have to say and sometimes even wait for you to finish your sentence. They understand plain English as well as anybody. How else would it be possible for them to so uncannily do just the opposite? -- Stephen Baker

A lady lost her cat, and took the cat in a little casket up to a big church and said, 'I want you to bury my cat.' And they run her off. She went to another church, and they run her off. She took the cat to a Baptist church on the edge of town, and told the preacher she couldn't find anybody to hold a service for her dead cat. And the man talked to her bad. 'How dare you think that we bury cats?' She said, 'Well, I'm frustrated and I'm prepared to give two thousand dollars to whoever gives a service for my cat.' And the preacher said, 'Lady, why didn't you tell me your cat was a Baptist?' -- Jerry Clower

The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath. -- W. C. Fields

Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose. -- Garrison Keillor

We have two cats. They're my wife's cats, Mischa and Alex. You can tell a woman names a cat like this. Women always have sensitive names: Muffy, Fluffy, Buffy. Guys name cats things like Tuna Breath, Fur Face, Meow Head. They're nice cats. They've been neutered and they've been declawed. So they're like pillows that eat. --Larry Reeb

Cats sit in laps because it's warm there. They don't care if it's you or the radiator, so it certainly was a compliment when the owner said the cat liked me. Who had this cat met that it was comparing me to? The maid? Another cat? Here's an animal which can't read, that hasn't been out of the house in God knows when, lives on free milk and garbage, and this bum has an opinion? Two years old, doesn't have a cent. No clothes. Owns one rotten rubber ball. For big entertainment it scratches on the upholstery. And this green-eyed impoverished snob likes me? Thanks a group. - - Henry Morgan

I saw a commercial the other day for cat food. It said, 'All natural food for your cat.' All natural food. But cat food is made out of horsemeat. That's how it works in nature--the cat right above the horse on the food chain ... Matter of fact, every time my kitty feels a little cooped up in his environment I take him down to the racetrack, let him stalk some prey. -- Norm McDonald

A famous art collector is walking through Greenwich Village when he notices a mangy old cat lapping milk from a saucer in front of a store. And the collector does a double take when he sees the saucer. He knows it's very old and very valuable. So he saunters casually into the store and offers to buy the cat for two dollars. But the store owner says to him, 'I'm sorry, but the cat isn't for sale.' And the collector says, 'Please. I need a hungry old tomcat around the house to catch mice. I'll give you ten dollars for him.' And the owner says, 'Sold,' and takes the ten dollars. Then the collector says, 'Listen, I was wondering if, for the ten dollars, you might include that old saucer. The cat seems to be used to it. It'll save me a dish.' And the owner says, 'Sorry, buddy. That's my lucky saucer. So far this week, I've sold sixty-eight cats!' -- Soupy Sales

I gave my cat a bath the other day ... they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it. It was fun for me also. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that ... -- Steve Martin

Bathing a Cat Only cat people will find the following humorous. Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk, dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away. I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary, the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace. The time comes, however, when a man must face reality: when he must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez." When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub: -- Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.) -- Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket. -- Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go outfox a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water. -- Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product testing experiment for J. C. Penney.) -- Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and callback into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three latherings, so don't expect too much.) Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semi permanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with you foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat. In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psycho ceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine. You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But at least now he smells a lot better. Thanks to Jan Benner who contributed most of the CAT jokes...

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