Showing posts with label New York Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York Times. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Cat Products That REALLY Work (Yeah, right!)

A couple days ago, I was hanging out with Steve’s female while she was reading the Sunday New York Times Magazine and I couldn’t help but notice an ad for a sofa with the pledge “Constructed to Last for Generations.” Now, admittedly, this sofa looked very nice and well-built, but “last for generations?” Oh, please! I could shred this entire sofa in a matter of hours without even straining myself! So “last for generations”… well, maybe if you’re talking about gnat generations. But if you’re talking human or cat generations, forget it.

During the course of watching TV with Steve and his female, I’ve seen numerous commercials for a variety of products that are “guaranteed to work,” but would, in fact, revolutionize mankind – and in some instances, cat-kind – if they actually did. To entice humans to try these products, many commercials include “But wait, there’s more!” where they “give” you accessories or an extra item or something like that. Regardless of the hype, most of these products fail to perform as advertised, break quickly, or are just plain junk to begin with. Here are a few cat-related products that have been advertised on TV and are “guaranteed to work.” (I’m not mentioning the names of the products or the manufacturers because we can’t afford to get sued)...

First is a revolutionary new cat scratcher that sits on the floor and is supposed to be irresistible to us felines… it’s scented with catnip (big whoop). This is a clever little gadget, but completely unacceptable to any cat that wants a truly good scratch. It’s far too small to allow you to stretch and get your back into it while scratching, and besides, who wants to use this sad little thing when there’s a perfectly good couch close at paw. And furthermore, as I said in my second book, The World Is STILL Your Litter Box, scratching posts are for sissies… real cats ALWAYS use the couch.

Then there’s a cleaning product that’s “guaranteed” to remove pet hair from upholstery. Well, like most pet hair removal products, this one uses a sticky sheet to pick up the fur and dander, but what they don’t show you on TV is that after about two swipes, the sticky sheet is so full of fur that it’s no longer sticky and you have to replace it. So, yes, around 500 sticky sheets and a whole lot of work later, you’ve got a couch that’s free of pet hair… until one of us loving creatures gets back up there and negates all your labors in about two seconds.

Lastly, we’ve got an item that’s supposed to stop us cats from shedding. Supposedly, this doodad removes fur trapped in a cat’s undercoat before it falls out. Well, if you believe that, I’ve got some swampland in Florida I’d like to sell you. The simple fact is that when we kitties get to shedding, especially in the spring when we blow off our winter coats, there’s not a de-shedding tool in the world that can stem the tide (or the fur).

So remember TV-watching humans, if you see a commercial for a cat product that seems too good to be true, it probably is. Still, you never know when they might come up with something that really does work, so… well, probably not.

Monday, July 6, 2009

DAVE & PIPER'S NOT-SO-EXCELLENT ADVENTURE (PART 3)

After spending two disorienting nights in a hotel in Burbank, after an ultra-scary plane ride to New York, and after a couple weeks in discombobulating temporary living quarters, Dave, Piper and their human, Paula, are finally ensconced in their new home in lower Manhattan. Whew!

Dave and Piper now live on the 45th floor of a new apartment building on Liberty Street. For you kitties who can’t comprehend how high 45 floors is, it’s around the same height as Mt. Everest (trust me!). From their window, Dave and Piper can see the Statute of Liberty and the Hudson River, not to mention thousands of antlike people and cars down on the street. Yikes! I get vertigo just thinking about it! In fact, the other day, Dave chattered at a passing helicopter, thinking it was a pterodactyl or some other type of very large bird. And because the air is so thin at this altitude, Piper has to take frequent rest breaks when cleaning and preening for a hot night of clubbing (well… not really!).

Fortunately, all the furniture and household items (and cat toys) are now in place, so Dave and Piper are starting to feel right at home… in fact, that’s Piper in the photo dozing peacefully on the couch. Dave, meanwhile, has made his presence felt in the Big Apple by shredding the majority of Paula’s Sunday New York Times.

So after their not-so-excellent adventure, things seem to be returning to “normal” for Dave and Piper. And, hey, let’s face it… when you’re a kitty with a comfortable home, good food and a compliant human to love you, life is pretty good wherever you are.

Friday, April 25, 2008

QUASI'S WILD WEEKEND

Hi fellow cats. Wondering what to do this weekend? Here’s an idea of how I intend to amuse myself over the next couple days…

Saturday: Wake Steve and his female up at 6:30 AM…eat breakfast…use the litter box and create a hellacious stink…clean myself… help the female make the bed…NAP…sit in the window and chatter at delicious-looking birds…induce petting… NAP…eat some more…clean myself…work on my plan for world peace….NAP… patrol the yard…NAP…help Steve restring his guitar… NAP…groom the female’s hair…bat a toy mouse around…NAP…induce more petting…practice my rendition of the Gettysburg Address…eat dinner…clean myself…hack up a hairball…NAP…sit in Steve’s lap, watch TV and induce more petting…NAP…sit in the female’s lap, watch TV and induce more petting…NAP…eat some more…clean myself…go to bed for the night.

Sunday: Wake Steve and his female up at 7:00 AM (I generously let them sleep an extra half-hour on Sunday)…eat breakfast…use the litter box and, well, you know…clean myself…NAP…help Steve do the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle…induce petting… go outside and count the clouds passing overhead… NAP…induce more petting…eat some more...give the female a facial with my sandpaper tongue…go back outside and hiss at butterflies…NAP…help Steve and the female read more of the Sunday paper… NAP…eat dinner…clean myself…kak up another hairball…NAP…induce more petting…calculate the density of the universe…NAP….race around the house and tire myself out…go to bed for the night.

So what are you doing this weekend?

Sunday, April 6, 2008

CATS RULE THE BLOGOSPHERE


Sunday’s New York Times has a front-page article about blogging and how human bloggers spend way too much time at their computers and “blog ‘til they drop.” Well, boo-hoo-hoo! We cats rule the blogosphere and still manage to sleep 20 hours a day, so I don’t really see what the big problem is. And how about all those cool buzzwords we’ve come up with to use in our blogs… words such as “beans,” “meezers,’ “bitey,” “woofies” and “mancat.” Clearly, the blogosphere is just one more place where we cats so cleverly and skillfully demonstrate our superiority over all creatures (especially humans).