Feeding Time @ The Kangs
Saturday, January 30, 2010 Posted by revalbertkang
WHY OWN A DOG?
Saturday, January 02, 2010 Posted by revalbertkang
Written by my own paws - Mercy
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Daddy was reading a poem to all us as we gathered around him. Goodness and I absolutely loved this poem but our two feline brothers just ignored it. Jellicle pretended to sleep while Tabby Boy just stared blankly. Daddy was unperturbed and continued to wax eloquent about how wonderful it was to own dogs... and not a word about cats. Bow wow and triple wow. Here is the poem that you will surely love:
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Daddy was reading a poem to all us as we gathered around him. Goodness and I absolutely loved this poem but our two feline brothers just ignored it. Jellicle pretended to sleep while Tabby Boy just stared blankly. Daddy was unperturbed and continued to wax eloquent about how wonderful it was to own dogs... and not a word about cats. Bow wow and triple wow. Here is the poem that you will surely love:
WHY OWN A DOG?
Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but, oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet and food bills grows larger, you owe BIG money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other "dog folks" who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
God, winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but, oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet and food bills grows larger, you owe BIG money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other "dog folks" who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
God, winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game.
The Fat Cat Knows Kung-fu
Tuesday, December 29, 2009 Posted by revalbertkang
The cat that belonged to Dr. Pam is now our fellow occupant. In fact, Goodness and I have to accept Tabby Boy to be our 'brother'. Ouch... bow wow wow... to be our brother! I believe you remember Jellicle, our the other 'brother'. He is now the reigning king of the house. However, we believe that his royal position would soon be deposed. The new king should be Tabby Boy. Recently, there were a couple of confrontations between these two feline monsters. In the beginning, it was Jellicle that chased Tabby Boy around the house. However, the fight scenes have changed. Nowadays, it is Tabby Boy who chases Jellicle.
We realize one thing for a fact - this Tabby Boy is a Kung-fu master. We never really believed until we watched 'Kung-fu Panda' with Daddy and Mommy. The Panda was really fat and looked very much like Tabby Boy. In spite of his size, he was able to do all the difficult Kung-fu moves. The following night, Tabby Boy revealed that he too, like Kung-fu Panda, was trained in Kung-fu. He showed us his martial arts and we were all dumb-folded.
It is frightening to realize that such a great martial arts exponent lives among us. Goodness and I now pay special respect to this Kung-fu master.
Here are some photographic images of Tabby Boy's Kung-fu prowess.
Here are some photographic images of Tabby Boy's Kung-fu prowess.
Kung-fu Move #1 - The Tiger Claws The Sky
Kung-fu Move #2 - The Fat Pig Rolls On Clouds
Kung-fu Move #3 - The Dragon's Back-Swept Tail
Kung-fu Move #4 - The Crane Prepares To Soar
Kung-fu Move #5 - The Bear Paw Frontal Attack
Kung-fu Move #6 - The Monkey On A Pole
Kung-fu Move #7 - The Gorilla's Deadly Hug
Kung-fu Move #8 - The Tiger Grabs The Phoenix
Kung-fu Move #9- The Tiger's Clapping Paws
Kung-fu Move #10 - The Returning Crane
So, now you see, Tabby Boy is no flabby boy. He is indeed a Kung-fu Master.
Friendship is Precious
Tuesday, December 08, 2009 Posted by revalbertkang
Amazing pictures of friendship between a cat and a bird
What a lovely friendship between two animals. This will happen to all animals when the Lord returns. The Bible says, "The wolf and the lamb will feed together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox, but dust will be the serpent's food. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain," says the LORD (Isaiah 65:25).
Check out more pictures of this beautiful friendship:
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