My cat stinks.
It smells like it's been living on a farm for a month.

What can I do to freshen the little bugger up?



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For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

Gazwad wrote:
Wash it.

Gazwad wrote:
To keep the post on-topic.

Run a virus check to kill germs that cause the smell and, then update the
virus definitions to stop it recurring - if that fails, use SpyBot Search
and Destroy to eradicate the cat (or a shotgun) - but if you really like the
cat, just give a good old-fashioned bath and that should cure the problem
until the next time it rolls in the mire!

"Brian G" <brian@invalllid.com>, the fat scrounger and bitchy poo-pusher
who likes inventive rump riding with elephants, and whose partner is a
fancy-lady with a displeasing love hole, wrote in
<43elm4F1mjb3mU1@individual.net>:

The post /is/ on-topic, prove otherwise you brain-dead cunt.



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For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

Gazwad wrote:
let it get in a fight with a Skunk...
then you will realize that the "month_farm_smell" was not so bad!

In news:43elm4F1mjb3mU1@individual.net,
Brian G <brian@invalllid.com> typed:

You fucking stupid, completely brainless tool. There is no 'topic' for
24x7fuckwits.helpdesk.

"Gazwad" <Gazwad@my-shit-dont-stink.com> wrote in message
news:yg8wui$qs0$1@insufficient-shakers.org.jp...
Put him in the washing machine with a 1/2 cup of "Mountain Fresh" Tide.
After the final spin cycle he will still be wet but much easier to handle.
Toss into the dryer (High Heat). If your "Little Bugger" has not yet been
de-clawed I would strongly suggest you do so before washing. This can be
accomplished using ordinary household tools such as a pair of sturdy pliers
and a mallett ( for anesthesia ).

"Gazwad" <Gazwad@my-shit-dont-stink.com> wrote in message
news:yg8wui$qs0$1@insufficient-shakers.org.jp...
Stop shaggin it and give it a wash out !


Cub

"Flash" <a99flash@hotmail.com>, the fat freeloader and fat bum-fucker
who likes lethal anal plugging with dalmatians, and whose partner is a
flapper with an inflamed cooze, wrote in <FgqAf.154$Le2.64@trnddc04>:
Wooden or rubber?



--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

"Cub" <trevor@remwhipnet.plus.com>, the piss-stained delinquent and
extreme bear who likes hardhearted prick-licking with coyotes, and whose
partner is a drive-thru-girl with a dreadful DNA dumpster, wrote in
<43d23645$0$2676$ed2619ec@ptn-nntp-reader02.plus.net>:
You appear to have confused 'cat' with 'pussy', an easy mistake for
sheepshaggers such as yourself.



--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

Gazwad wrote:
"Four Paws only" makes a delightful kitty perume.

http://www.fourpawsonly.ca/canadian_pet_supplies.html

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Put it in a wire cat carrier. Place it in the garden. Blast it with a hose.

G



"Gazwad" <Gazwad@my-shit-dont-stink.com> wrote in message
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Gazwad wrote:

It would seem that along with kad-retardman you have lost your sense of
humour from those few bytes of brain that you seem to have behind about a
Gigabyte thick skull - ah well! you can't please all of the fools all of
the time.

"Gazwad" <Gazwad@my-shit-dont-stink.com> wrote in news:yg8wui$qs0$1
@insufficient-shakers.org.jp:

Nothing worse than a smelly pussy.

"Doc" <postmaster@[127.0.0.1]> wrote in message
news:OKEAf.19407$vH5.898663@news.xtra.co.nz...

You could always shave it ;-)