To bee or knot to bee

Nothing as classy as starting off today's blog with some Shakespeare.

Ok, enough literary stuff. We had a BIG problem here at Chez Liam this morning. Unwanted guests - for the last week. The police sketch artist drew up a picture of the perps from my description. The forensic sketch can be seen below and perfectly illustrates the problem.

Official Riverside County Sheriff's Department Sketch

There were about a bazillion bees and they had built little homes inside the base of the olive tree. They're called bee hives and one can be seen in the forensic photo below:

   Bee hive with probably some honey it it. The photographer isn't very good. The hive is that splotchy white thingy in the middle.    

 

As can bee seen in the above photo, my owners hired an official bee killer who does his job in some kind of hazmat suit. Hired bee assassins like this guy are ruthless. There were thousands of bees in the tree and he used neuro-toxin sprays and chemical death gases to execute the bees, the queen, all the drones and the baby bees.  They had it coming; one of the little bastards stung my owner (not the cute one).

I had a front row seat! It was a window sill but you can't violate a phrase like "had a front row seat" and say "window sill" - that just sounds illiterate and I don't need the grammar police hounding me!

In this death photo, one can observe the hit man inserting the neuro-toxin. Given the unharnassed cruelty of this guy, I suspect he was using Zyklon B nerve gas, but I don't know that for sure. Regardless, Friday morning at around 7:30 was a regular ol' bee holocaust! I suppose I shouldn't say the word holocaust with such glee. Oh well, it's not like anyone can do anything about what I say!

In case the reader (that would be you), is feeling any kind of guilt about our extemporaneous extermination camp, I feel the need to inform you of the disgusting habits of bees.

Honey Bee SEX!!

There I said it. Honey bee sex. It's perverted and my house is in a high-class neighborhood and the last thing we need is a bunch of perverted bees greeting the guests.

Bee sex one of the most sickest, dramatic examples of sexual suicide in the animal world. That's right! I said sexual suicide! Man bees sex up the Queen in mid-air ... right in public! These man-bees are called drones. It's group sex too. All these drones try to sex the queen - it's one big gang rape! Seriously. No need to get offended about this, it's just science. The male bee that nails the queen first shoves his little penis with an urgent contraction of the abdominal muscles and a burst of  hemostatic pressure, that rams the sex-unit right into the queen's who-ha. 

Now the story gets weird!! The dude bee ejaculates with such powerful force that it rips the tip of his penis off and is left behind inside the queen's who-know-what. Then the bee spirals into a headlong dive into the ground and dies. This is not how God intended sex to happen. One can only conclude that this kind of behavior is the result of atheistic evolution.

Here I am checking out the holocaustal efficacy at the site of the depraved bee den.

BTW, do you know who a bee's favorite singer is? .....Sting!

Here I am looking pretty good!

Anyway, this sick evolutionary perversion isn't over. As the naive boy bee dies after having the end of his penis ripped off, the Queen bee's nuptial flight is just one sex/lust filled perversion encounter after another with more than a dozen or so more male bee whores. A bee Queen gives new meaning to the term bee slut!!

Oh. And then guess what??  After the Queen is all "filled up" with bee sperm, she's good to go for the rest of her whore life! I'd go barf right now except I'm not feeling a furball or anything.

Here is the getaway vehicle used by the bee mass murderer. It was systematic, methodical, and thorough. You got to admire German efficiency!

So how was your Friday morning???

Liam 1, Bird 0

Today was a great day!! They let me out to patrol the back territory. It was clear why. Every morning one hears the insufferable, high-pitched, annoying, and completely unsolicited chirping of birds. There must be hundreds out there pining away for who knows what. To express this algebrarically the number of birds out there is now in the hundreds minus 1.  

Why you ask ... because I nailed one!! My stealthiness won out over the bird's natural agility. Us cats are at a distinct disadvantage in our efforts to rid the world of birds by the fact that birds can fly. That said, birds don't fly very good when there is a paw full of claws impaling their feather-ridden body (see forensic photograph below).

High-action photo shows the clawful impaling of a bird before he got a chance to fly away.

Here I am viewing this morning's efforts!! Cats don't smile. But if cats did smile, you would see me smiling if you could see the other side of my head.

One good turn deserves another they say (although I'm not sure who they are). I was able to exchange the deceased avian carcass for a load of catnip and my mouse toys.  Reflecting on the day reminds me of the poem The Dead Bird by Christy Call. 

I stopped listening for what wasn’t heard. The silence became the dead bird.

That's what we had around here this morning - the silence of the dead bird! HA!!  That's pretty funny when you think about it. Oh well, poems about birds are dumb (I'm not the only one who thinks so either).

What can I say ... catnip makes me wacky!! 

These little fake birds and mouses are terrific practice to keeping yourself a well-tuned killing machine.

New cat friends in Nebraska!

My head web guy and personal photographer went to the Mother of all states - Nebraska! While I've not been to Nebraska personally - with all my responsibilities here in California coordinating Huskercat activities - this is an exciting opportunity for me to make new friends - or fans. They're more fans actually since I've not met them.  Regardless, these cats live in Lincoln, which, as you all probably know, is the home of Nebraska Football. 

This is another new fan - goes by the name Poppi. Poppi is an excessively affectionate girl cat.   

This is Cinder. He has an embarrassing story behind his name. His original name was Cinderella. The owners thought he was a girl cat, but when taken to the vet, they were told he's a boy cat. The name was adjusted to avoid providing him with the basis for much gender confusion as he grew up. 

Savanah, who is the "owner" of these two pusses, is seen here on the right. She is  having a discussion with a fellow competitor after the gunny sack finals in Lincoln, Nebraska on Saturday.

Sad Jack the Cat news .... :(

On September 11 (... that's weird ... 9/11... anyways) ... I posted about Jack the Cat who had been lost by American Airlines (how un-American of them, if you ask me).  So here it is, Christmas, a time of joy and I thought I'd check. Two months later Jack was found. He fell out of the ceiling by Customs! No kidding!

Jack was severely malnourished and he was also dehydrated (that means he hadn't had any water for a long time!)

Read about how Jack was found @ NY Times.


What happened next was he was emergency rushed to BluePearl hospital in Manhattan (a really high-class place).  He was treated by a team of cat specialists. They put a feeding tube in him, juiced him with intravenous fluids, antibiotics and Jack got an operation if some kind - details are sketchy on this.

Exclusive Huskercat Blog Photo!!

So far ... so good. Or so you'ld think

Jack the Cat had gone for so long with no food or water that his organs were dysfunction and his skin was so thin that blood couldn't flow into it.  Despite all these efforts and love from his fans, 12 days after Jack crashed into Customs, Jack had to be put to sleep. American Airlines could have done more.  More details.

Huskercat Game Prediction!!

Nebraska 28 - Washington 21

That's right - it won't be easy tomorrow and the Huskers will have trouble with two drives but come away with field goals on both. 


The Huskies can suck on that!!


I'll have my web guy post some pics of me watching the game!

Scandal!! What's the problem with feral cats hanging out at the UN!!

This was a disturbing story of racism and discrimination. There is no reason why feral cats shouldn't be allowed to live at the UN. The UN better be careful or the feral cat attorneys will take them to International Court! Cats have rights. Sorry the thing plays a stupid commercial in the beginning.
 
268 Feral Cats Removed From U.N. Headquarters

TWO WEEKS!!!! WHERE'S JACK THE CAT???

American Airlines lost this ladies cat!!!!

Story here.  I tweeted about it  .... this is SAD!

PS - as a cat I deeply resent this whole "tweeted" business. Birds ... lame!