Cat juggling

I was reading something in Malbein about Gisli I guess drowning a kitten when he was younger. This reminded me of my brother Erik, who once took our cat Jimmy, picked it up by the tail, and swung it around the room, letting go of it mid-air, such that poor Jimmy whacked the wall hard. He survived, but was never a completely normal cat after that.

It also reminds me of my brother Billy, who absolutely did the most amazing impression of Steve Martin talking about cat juggling.

Those wild and crazy guys.

Comments

Lissy said…
Not to be confused with Erik the Viking, a.k.a, "Well, I don't want to kidnap you away from your husband if you are really very in love with him."
September 22, 2009 at 5:13 PM
Anonymous said…
Suppose you did read Gísli's next post too.
September 22, 2009 at 10:26 PM
Gisli said…
Tomoorrow I'll write about The Dog People.
September 23, 2009 at 5:52 PM
Lissy said…
Liked the dog people post. Hundafolk, Huldafolk...
September 24, 2009 at 11:06 PM
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