>> ^Memorare:
do cats getting "kneaded" purr while it's going on, or is that vocalization reserved for humans?


They purr for each other. It's meowing that's mainly reserved for humans.

do cats getting "kneaded" purr while it's going on, or is that vocalization reserved for humans?

Proper lyrics:

Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly, why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There's a few things that I never could believe

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
And everything goes to hell, anyway

Laissez-faire mi amour, ce la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim back out to sea?
The world don't care what a sailor does in town
It's all hanging in the windows by the pound
I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway

I only want to hear you purr and to hear you moan
You have another man who brings the money home
I don't want dishes in the sink
Don't ask me what I feel or what I think
There's a few things that I never could believe

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway

Everything goes to hell, anyway
Oh, everything goes to hell, anyway

purrs like a kitten!

>> ^Jesus_Freak:
^JoeDirt
To everyone else. Can you honestly take in the astounding sights, sounds, and wonders of the world around us and not at least consider the possibility that this was not all the result of ridiculously improbable chaos? The order and certainty, which I thank Science for demonstrating, in the laws of physics and gravity...you can honestly say "gee, neat that it all just came together like that?" Our planet alone would have had to have been to result of 10,000,000 lottery odds occurrences all happening in concert. Nothing was behind that?


Id just like to point out that those sights, sounds and wonders you speak of which you find amazing, and yes there are many in this world, are the result of your brain's chemical reactions to those three things. Like when you buy something really nice and shiny you've been saving up for and wanting for so long, that giddy rush you get while walking out of the store? Same thing (and be careful, it's addictive... mmm.. WoW Expansion Collector's Editions... =0~~ )

I know that sounds dry and soulless, but it's not. Something that is amazing IS amazing (to you).. but we're just creatures reacting to these things in the same way a cat purrs when you pet it.

And about the other thing.. the odds argument. What are the odds that we could live in a place with so many intricate and amazing systems, like the tides, and the sun rising and setting, and the seasons.. etc, etc...??

Because.. Where Ever That System Develops in this Humongous Universe We Live In.. THAT Is Where Life Is Going to -Form- (us). We are a -part- of that system, just like the purring cat, or the sand on the beach. We are a component of the universe, and we're at a really amazing stage where we're self aware of all of this. Id like to think we're going to continue to evolve further into aspects of the universe we're unable to understand at all currently.

What exists outside the realm of what our current senses cover? After all, we're currently adapted to this planet.. not the whole universe itself... hopefully.

*puts bong down*

Wait... what was I just talking about?

First with sloped armour? The French S35 had sloped armour in '36. There's a beautiful one at the musée des blindés in Saumur, France. Magnificent place, worth a visit if you should ever be nearby.

Still, I prefer the Protoss version over this Zerg version of a tank.

@Pprt:

Your argument seems to be that if you dress up a tiger in a suit, cut its claws and teach it to purr...it's no longer a tiger.

my russian blue would just purr away,
and then most likely start to drool on me.
my abisinian(sp?) on the other hand,was feral when i saved her.
pick her up at your own risk,
as a matter of fact...dont pick her up.
i know what shes gonna do...
ever seen a food processor work?
yep...thats her,but only if you try to pick her up.
otherwise shes one chatty cat...
of course,
you will never know she is there...EVER.
its only when you leave that she comes out meowin.
she is my lil ninja.

aww what a nice man. and i hope ill purr when i give birth....

The tiny purrs at the end of the video just made my day

If someone were to make a video containing endless sequences Border Collie puppies playing with cute kittens, then show it at the U.N., we'd have world peace by next Tuesday.

"Ahmadinajad, which would you rather have: a nuclear bomb, or CUTESY-WOOTSY PUPPY-WHUPPIES? C'mon, Somali Warlords, these kitten have snuggles and purrs for you and . . . KIM IL-JONG, YOU SPIT OUT MR. BARKY RIGHT THIS SECOND!!"

http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1137883380/bctid6778670001 from http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2009/01/purrs-with-a-ch.html ...

Congrats on getting your pussy back from your ex.

In reply to this comment by UsesProzac:
I'm happy cos I was sharing custody of my cat Gojira with my ex, and now Gojira is mine all mine!

A great way to ring in the New Year: fur, purrs and sneezes.

I'm happy cos I was sharing custody of my cat Gojira with my ex, and now Gojira is mine all mine!

A great way to ring in the New Year: fur, purrs and sneezes.

I had a cat like that... Zuzu.

She was a Maine Coon, but the runt of her litter. She grew to an astonishing length (maybe 2.5ft) and weight(~18lbs). She was the sweetest cat. She would purr so loud you could hear it across a room. My parents got her when I was 2, after our first cat died from leukemia.

The vet called us and said he had an extra sweet cat, unfortunately my sisters answered the phone when he called so my mom did not have a way out. She called my dad hoping he would say no.

But I got on the phone and said something like, "Daddy, I named her Zuzu". And it was over. She lived 23 years despite having diabetes, a consequence of her old age. Towards the end of her life my father would give her insulin shots in the morning and evening every day.

Not a day goes by that I am not thankful to have known her.