I keep seeing houses where people have fake grass on their front lawns.

[Berni]

In fact, one of the houses I looked at when buying my current place had fake grass in the back garden.

This raises some questions: What the f**k are these people thinking? and Do they not realise this makes them look like mad people?

[Classic Jorge]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Did you find a cat, btw?

[Berni]

for a few days, is it?

Everyone's very excited, although there have been bitter arguments over the name.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

You can't decide on a name until you've met the kitteh in question. What if it doesn't suit?

[Berni]

I quite fancy getting a black one and calling it something that could be racist, but you can't be sure.

[Berni]

The back garden one was the weirdest, though. They had 8ft high fences and fake grass. It looked like a prison yard :-(

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

The internet was made for kitties.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iscfH0D3a7U

[Classic Jorge]

[Ashberto]

:hehe:

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

He soooo wanted to touch the fishy!

I'm going to look for more like that one.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjSF3E8hcFw

[Berni]

http://www.theapricity.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid =55231&d=1424231817 (http://www.theapricity.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=55231&d=1424231817)

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Who is Thomas Grey?

[Berni]

Elegy on a country churchyard? What did they teach you at school?

You may recognise the last line.



Quote:



"ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES"
'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers, that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purred applause.

Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betrayed a golden gleam.

The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretched in vain to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again she stretched, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.
(Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled)
The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood
She mewed to every watery god,
Some speedy aid to send.
No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A favourite has no friend!

From hence, ye beauties, undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters gold.

[Ashberto]

Executive summary?

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

I had little time for third rate poetry, b.

[Berni]

You'll be telling me you don't know 'The Burial of Sir John Moore' or 'Vitai Lampada' next :-(

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

It was a brand new house also.

I have to say she is a) a bit touched and b) has too much money.

[Bergkamp's Brain]

Buying the cheap stuff is just ridicules