I think it's real, I've been attacked by these before while jogging and you never forget that distinctive low growl.

Then where's the frickin' lazer on it's head?

Although with all the growling, it's probably a dog fish.

Dang, that growl is scary as shit.

Loved the evil cackling/growl ... fitting.

@chingalara

Your logic is flawed and your words stink of poisonous vomit !

lets keep this fight going ! <--- as in that is all this turned into is one big pissy man boy match Edit - not even that, just one person in particular who was side tracking and making personal attacks in comments again, see how you can enjoy the double standard like everyone else choggie ? You' re here still after your little freak out in the sift talk, or the stuff you wrote above or the other day, you can enjoy it like everyone else, but you sure like to flip the coin and berate it at the same time, although we all have learned you lack logic and reasoning skills. But that is just my opinion,
I guess this is what comments this post are for hey ? pretty well the reason I am writing this now. write what you want time.

So to answer your only sensible question fuckinglittlethingoverthere - as you described it the first time I asked you what it meant. Baxter the bunny weights in at 2.76 pounds.. and just jumped on my lap. I have learned this is not for pets though, this is for treats. so I do not try and pet him because he just swats lightly very very quickly at my finger tips and actually kinda growls a little, which makes me laugh.

He is fully grown and if I were to cook him like a psycho would cook their pet, as you suggested he would be like eating a quarter of a small frying chicken ( NOte to self *do not put palm plant fronds near top of chair - rabbit climbs chair and eats palm leaf* )

Also I do not think video sift is what that orignal poster said it is.

No death metal growl? Amateur!

Aha! I thought Vincent Clortho sounded familiar. It's from one of my all time favorite movies - Ghostbusters. Louis, played by Rick Moranis, was possessed by the Keymaster Vinz Clortho. Here's a bit of the script from IMDB.

Louis: [Louis, as the possessed Keymaster Vinz Clortho, runs out of Central Park, scaring a married couple] I am the Keymaster! The Destructor is coming. Gozer the Traveler, the Destroyer.
[Louis pants and sniffs, then notices a horse carriage; horse neighs]
Louis: Gatekeeper.
[Walk over towards the horse]
Louis: I am Vinz, Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer. Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are you the Gatekeeper?
Coachman: Hey, he pulls the wagon, I made the deals. You want a ride?
[the possessed Louis growls at the coachman with his red-glowing eyes]
Louis: [to the horse] Wait for the sign. Then our prisoners will be released.
[Runs amok, scaring bystanders; yelling]
Louis: You will perish in flame, you and all your kind! Gatekeeper!
Coachman: What an asshole.

My cat, Kahlan, was a dog.

Honestly though, she was very attached. When she heard me come home, she would run to the door, jump on the couch, then jump on me. She chose to sleep in bed with me, not my girlfriend, who was the one who brought her home. She'd sit on my shoulder or arm when I was on the computer, and would go walking with me.

Then I had Casey who wouldn't let anyone but me pet him. My friends called I'm the Devil Cat. He'd hiss, growl, claw etc at everyone else. He once tore my dad's arm up. I walked over, picked him up, and he acted like an ashamed child to me.

But then I had Bagheera, he was a slut. He didn't care who you were, so long as you were giving him attention.

Tony (the Tiger) . . . well, he was el suavé. He was the typical cat. He defined cat. It was always on his terms, and if you wanted to pet him, it was up to him if that was ok. Kahlan would come to me when I chirped at her, but Tony . . . yeah, you should fire off a shotgun and he wouldn't even bother acknowledging your existence.

So yeah, it really depends on the cat and owner.

I used to feed my cats live june bugs! Around june/july I would collect a handful and then release them before the pur machines and watch them play... and then eat.

I got the idea when they ran out of my house and started swatting the bugs like wild animals. They even growled at eachother when one caught a bug in their mouth -- stay away, this one is MINE.

Instant upvote for Ben's 0:54 growling "Pwease".

That tiger moan/growl resonated through my desk.

The average of the crowd is perfect pitch right? Love that even the Freddie growls and embellishments sound perfect.

Why don't they have 10,000-100,000 people sing along events?

Tags for this video have been changed from 'tiger, dog, drink, water, growl, no, uh uh, niet, nien, non, not on your life' to 'tiger, dog, drink, water, growl, no, uh uh, niet, nein, non, not on your life' - edited by calvados

#7 - Roughhousing with your kids allows you to demonstrate your strength. There's nothing that reinforces respect than showing that all three of them together can't beat you in arm wrestling, or you can do pushups with them all on your back. The next time you have to growl at them for something they should be doing, they move just a little bit faster.

I like the "growling, friendly-like" at the end