Friday Night Lament: Fuzzball held hostage 16 Fuzzball ponders… by Fuzzball Ya' know, kits and kittens? Since Papa and Razzi and I have started "bonding" (Geez! What a girlie word!) - anyway - since we've started bonding, I find that I'm not always on edge. No more looking over my shoulder, watching out all the time for sneaky ambushes and artfully placed hairballs. Nope, none of that! Now the Fuzzball has a little extra time on his paws to ponder things. You know, things! Little mysteries of life that sometimes call attention to themselves in a random way - usually at the most ridiculous moment. Fuzzball ponders. And sometimes Mom will provide the answer. So I'll share a few of these with you, kits and kittens…

Why do little boys whine?
Because they are practicing to be men.

What does it mean when a man is in bed, gasping for air and calling your name?
That the pillow wasn't held down long enough.

Why do men whistle when they are sitting on the toilet?
It helps them remember which end to wipe.

If you can find and buy camouflage trousers, does that mean they don't work?

If cannibals eat a clown, does it taste funny?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Fuzzball ponders why Mom and Dad aren't talking…. Let the Fuzz share the details of their last discussion with you:
While watching a football game a couple weeks back, Dad and Mom were discussing life and death.
Dad told her, "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."
She promptly got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all his beer.

They haven't spoken since.