Nature Humour
Quick Reference
Cat Jokes
- A man offers a thousand dollar reward for the return of his wife's cat.
His friend says, "That's a pretty big reward for a cat." The man
replies, "Not after I drowned it."
- Two kittens were watching a tennis game. One said, "My dad's in that
racket."
- A tomcat was heard running up and down the alley for hours. A neighbor
called his owner and asked what was happening. The owner said,
"Well, I had him fixed today, and he's going around canceling all
his engagements."
Cat Etiquette
- If you have to throw up, get into a chair quickly. If you cannot
manage this in time, get to an Oriental rug. Shag is good!
- Determine quickly which guest hates cats. Sit on that lap during the
evening. He won't dare push you off and will even call you "nice
kitty." If you can arrange to have cat food on your breath, so much
the better.
- For sitting on laps or rubbing against trouser legs, select colors
contrast with your own.
- Always accompany guests to the bathroom. It is not necessary to do
anything. Just sit and stare.
- For guests who say, "I love kitties," be ready with aloof disdain,
claws applied to stockings or a quick nip on the ankles.
- Do not allow closed doors in any room. To get one open, stand on hind
legs and hammer with forepaws. Once the door is opened for you, it is
not necessary to use it. You can change your mind. When you have
ordered an outside door opened, stand half in and half out and think
about several things. This is particularly important during very cold
weather or mosquito season.
- If one person is busy and the other is idle, sit with the busy one.
- For book readers, get in close under the chin, unless you can lie
across the book itself.
- For ladies knitting, curl quietly into lap and pretend to dose. Then
reach out and slap knitting needles sharply. This is what she calls a
dropped stitch. She will try to distract you. Ignore it.
- For people doing homework, sit on the paper being worked on. After
being removed for the second time, push anything movable off the table
-- pens, pencils, stamps -- one at a time.
- Get enough sleep during the daytime so that you are fresh for playing
at night between 2 and 4 a.m.
Bear Chase
In the middle of a forest, there was a hunter who was suddenly
confronted by a huge, mean bear. In his fear, all attempts to shoot the
bear were unsuccessful. Finally, he turned and ran as fast as he could.
The hunter ran and ran and ran, until he ended up at the edge of a very
steep cliff. His hopes were dim.
Seeing no way out of his predicament, and with the bear closing in
rather quickly, the hunter got down on his knees, opened his arms, and
exclaimed, "Dear God! Please give this bear some religion!"
The skies darkened and there was lightning in the air. Just a few feet
short of the hunter, the bear came to abrupt stop, and glanced around,
somewhat confused.
Suddenly, the bear looked up into the sky and said,
"Thank you, Lord, for the food I'm about to receive...."
Bad Parrot
Bob received a parrot for his birthday. This parrot was fully grown
with a bad attitude and worse vocabulary. Every other word was an expletive.
Those that weren't expletives were, to say the least, rude.
Bob tried hard to change the bird's attitude and was constantly saying polite
words, playing soft music, anything he could think of to try and set a good
example... Nothing worked. He yelled at the bird and the bird got worse.
He shook the bird and the bird got more angry and more rude.
Finally, in a moment of desperation, Bob put the parrot in the freezer. For a
few moments he heard the bird squawking and kicking and screaming -- then
suddenly there was quiet.
Bob was frightened that he might have actually hurt the bird and quickly opened
the freezer door.
The parrot calmly stepped out onto Bob's extended arm and said: "I'm sorry that
I might have offended you with my language and actions and ask for your
forgiveness. I will endeavor to correct my behavior."
Bob was astounded at the bird's change in attitude and was about to ask what had
made such a drastic change when the parrot continued: "May I ask what the
chicken did?"
Cat Bathing
by Bud Herron
Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick
themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort
in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt
where it hides and whisking it away. I've spent most of my life believing
this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all
the facts to the contrary - the kitty odours that lurk in the corners of the
garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.
The time comes, however, when a man must face reality; when he must
look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and
announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in
Juarez." When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some
advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and
head for the bathtub:
- Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack
of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength.
Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him
in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small
bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you
get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were
about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk
cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can
shift positions.)
- Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the
skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know
how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into
high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army
helmet, a hockey face mask and a long-sleeve flak jacket.
- Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a
towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the
water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure.
Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in
the water.
- Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if
to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice
your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a
rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in
a product-testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
- Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival.
In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub
enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him
with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life.
Cats have no handles.
Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically
compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more that two or
three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to
give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring
free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The
national record is - for cats - three latherings, so don't expect too much.)
- Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume
this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this
point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying
is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because
by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. You simply
pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait.
(Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet.
If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to
encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from
the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg.
He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend
a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become
psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the
case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defences and
injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.
But, at least now he smells a lot better.
Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?
- KINDERGARTEN TEACHER:
- To get to the other side.
- PLATO:
- For the greater good.
- ARISTOTLE:
- It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.
- KARL MARX:
- It was a historical inevitability.
- TIMOTHY LEARY:
- Because that's the only trip the establishment
would let it take.
- SADDAM HUSSEIN:
- This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we
were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
- RONALD REAGAN:
- I forget.
- CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK:
- To boldly go where no chicken has gone
before.
- HIPPOCRATES:
- Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.
- ANDERSEN CONSULTING:
- Deregulation of the chicken's side of the
road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken
was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the
competencies required for the newly competitive market. Andersen
Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped
the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and
implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model
(PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies,
knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people,
processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within
a Program Management framework. Andersen Consulting convened a
diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along
with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation
industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to
leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and
explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order
to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully
architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework
across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes. The
meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an
impactful environment which was strategically based,
industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified
market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision,
and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a
total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting helped
the chicken change to become more successful.
- LOUIS FARRAKHAN:
- The road, you see, represents the black man. The
chicken 'crossed' the black man in order to trample him and keep
him down.
- MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.:
- I envision a world where all chickens
will be free to cross roads without having their motives called
into question.
- MOSES:
- And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the
chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the
road, and there was much rejoicing.
- FOX MULDER:
- You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How
many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
- RICHARD M. NIXON:
- The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat,
the chicken did NOT cross the road.
- MACHIAVELLI:
- The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who
cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever
motive there was.
- JERRY SEINFELD:
- Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't
anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing
walking around all over the place, anyway?"
- FREUD:
- The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken
crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
- BILL GATES:
- I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000,
which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your
important documents, and balance your checkbook.
- OLIVER STONE:
- The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the
road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time,
whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
- DARWIN:
- Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally
selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to
cross roads.
- EINSTEIN:
- Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved
beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
- BUDDHA:
- Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
- RALPH WALDO EMERSON:
- The chicken did not cross the road .. it
transcended it.
- ERNEST HEMINGWAY:
- To die. In the rain.
- COLONEL SANDERS:
- I missed one?
Squirrels' Nuts
During camouflage training in Louisiana, a private disguised as a tree
trunk had made a sudden move that was spotted by a visiting general.
"You simpleton!" the officer barked. "Don't you know that by jumping and
yelling the way you did, you could have endangered the lives of the
entire company?"
"Yes sir," the solder answered apologetically. "But, if I may say so, I
did stand still when a flock of pigeons used me for target practice. And
I never moved a muscle when a large dog peed on my lower branches. But
when two squirrels ran up my pants leg and I heard the bigger say,
Let's eat one now and save the other until winter --- that did it."
Bear Hunting
A Canadian hunter was out in the forest looking for bears.
He saw a brown bear in the distance, so took careful aim with
his rifle and fired. It was a well-aimed shot, and the bear dropped dead.
There was a furry tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see
a 200-kilo black bear. "Excuse me," said the bear, "I couldn't help but
notice that you just shot my cousin. Now you've got a choice. Either
I can maul you to death, or you can let me shag you."
Not a great pair of choices, but the hunter figured that he'd
rather not die, and opted for choice #2. The bear duly had its way
with him and wandered off.
The hunter staggered home. It took him a week to recover. Once
he was better, he went back to the woods, tracked down the black bear
and shot it dead.
Another furry tap on his shoulder. Behind him this time was a
400-kilo grizzly bear. "You've shot my cousin," said the grizzly. "Either
I maul you to death, or you let me shag you."
Cornered, the hunter opted for choice #2 again. This was worse
than before, and it took him nearly a month to recover. However, once
better he went back into the woods, tracked down the grizzly and shot
it dead.
Another furry tap on his shoulder. Behind him was a 1000-kilo
Kodiak bear. "Admit it," said the bear, "you don't come here for
the hunting, do you?"