If HubPages hired all cats to replace the human workers. Would that sort of move improve ratings? The site would undoubtedly suffer in productive things. Cat nip adds would run all over the place, and things would be in a bit of disorder. However, Cats are fun and loveable. The logic goes that people would be able to easily love the cats that were in charge. Only serious consideration please.
I know a cat that's looking for a job right now, so, yeah, I like the idea. He's Siamese though. Hard for Siamese Cats to get a job in this field. Maybe this is his chance. He'll be very happy, I can tell you that. Yes, I'm groggy right now, just woke up.
Hmm, I'm going to have to frown upon it. I just don't think I could take all of the napping, sudden and random acts of bathing oneself in public, clawing, shedding, snobbery, demanding, Devil-may-care attitudes busting loose all at once up in here! But then again and on second thought, we could control them all...slip them a bit of nip and a bowl of milk...when the cat's away....
I'm not sure that hiring all cats as staff would do much for the site, but I sure think that requiring that all Hubs be on the subject of cats - with lots and lots of pictures added to those Hubs - might mean a tremendous increase in traffic to the site. I don't understand why HP hasn't gone with the whole "all-cats-all-the-time" school-of-Hubbing yet. Cat pictures get lots of traffic. Imagine what cat pictures with at least a thousand words could do!
Of course, if we really want to become Hub-millionaires we need to include cat videos (preferably funny ones, although adorable ones might do too) with our cat-Hubs. Oh... and the must-have poll on, say, "Do you have a cat?" and "Have you ever had a cat?".
I don't have a cat. Once, as a junior in high school, I was forced to dissect a cat. I fought it tooth and nail... (or hammer and... something Will said... Can't remember.) Anyway, they actually brought my mom in and told her I was going to have to do it or get a zero in the class. I was so upset, I just forced myself into "go-mode." I skinned it, and instead of cutting out it's organs, I just pulled them out.... I don't like dead things and I felt like some kind of monster ripping out the parts of something that was once living. Horrid. And I didn't really like cats before that incident. Whenever I see a cat, I think, "I know what you look like on the inside."
Ugh, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I never had a cat as a kid, though I always wanted one. I love animals, and would refuse to do that, period. I'd take the damned zero! I now have 7 cats, and I love them all immensely. I cannot imagine having to disrespect their mortal remains in that fashion after they pass. I had trouble enough when the vet autopsied one who died of a mystery illness--I couldn't bear to take her out of the box the vet put her in, even though I wanted to put her to rest in her nice, favorite little bed...I didn't want to see that incision line on her belly...ended up just putting the box on the bed. :-(
You are so sweet. I will give you my principal's name and you can go tell him what a horrible person he was... and my biology teacher, whom I called Mr. Biology... he was the instigator. You can give them both what for.
The OP looked like such a cute little monkey, wonder what he did to get banned. I completely agree with you about the cat hubs. We could get Will to dress up as a grumpy cat, take pictures and videos of him. He'd be the star of the internet!
I don't know why I can't help playing with them. It's just like my affinity for balls... If I even touch a ball, I have to throw it with the kids, if I hold one at work, I have to bounce it. I actually got in trouble, as a 44 year old woman, for playing with a ball at work. It was humiliating, but I can't help it. Same with trolls. I am just inclined to play with them and I have met some evil ones... from the pit of hell... ooh, I'll send you one guys twitter page. He was a fearsome troll. He's English, you might actually enjoy him. He's quite pompous.
You are good with pompous... I feel it would be sort of a Darth Vader/Obi Wan kind of thing if you ever spoke to him. There would be flashes of light and capes and great accents for sure... You'd probably consider laying down your life for Mark Skywalker to carry the flame in your place, but then you'd realize he was very busy piloting a bubbleship and couldn't be bothered so you'd just have to finish the fight yourself. Should you ever speak to him, you have to let me know. I wouldn't miss it for anything.
I just did and though he was very stern, he didn't say anything too harsh. He didn't call names or cuss or give out threats. I can't believe he would have been banned for that. He only put a bully in their place. If anything he was being a gentleman. How long was he banned for?
No never... except just now. In the post he called me "his friend." Awwww, how sweet is that? And here I thought he only thought of me as a stalker. Well I spose that's why I wrote a hub about him and not you yet... but I Will, perhAps. (Did you see what I did there?).
I ran over a cat last year. It was on a dangerous bend in the road, so I had to keep going. Thought there was no it could have survived anyway. To my horror, I noticed the cat's fur and guts seemed to have moved to the other side of the road the next day...
Why did you say it like that? It's not like I put a knife to its throat or poisoned him daily until his organs all shut down. That would be cruel. I just hit him with my car. The truth is, I never saw him. I heard something and looked in my rear view mirror and he was spinning round and round. I was so upset I cried. He jumped under my back tires, what could I do? He was suicidal.
We had two dogs. One of them probably saved my life... I loved that dog, but someone stole her. So now we just have one. Half basset, half beagle. We got him from an adoptive shelter or whatever they call them.
I now have two kitties, and one dog. If they hired cats: 1) there would be less meetings 2) there would be many, many breaks 3) clearly an exercise room is in order 4) discussions would be needing a referee 5) the average working day would BEGIN at 4am-9am then resume after nap time
I once lived in a house with an idiot. She had a family of cats in the house too, all untrained. I think she wanted to sell them or something. But anyway, these cats used the whole house as a litter tray. I used to walk into them at night going to the bathroom. We used to find stinking turds in the shower, hidden behind the sofa (in various stages of decomposition) and on the handles of the door (don't ask, it's a long story). She never once picked up any of them. The house had a special scent. I moved out when she brought back 4 puppies and 2 adult dogs.
Yeah, an alcoholic couple lived in a caravan on the lawn so they were always screaming at each other at night. The house was on the police drive-by list because the disturbances were so common. It wasn't in a rough part of town or anything, it's just that all the people who lived there were horribly dysfunctional. The woman who had the cats still didn't even know my name after 2 months of living there and speaking to her on a daily basis. I heard she got fed up with the dogs and started trying to give them away to children without consulting their parents. She probably abandoned them in the end.
I find it hard to believe that any school would expect you to dissect a cat! I studied Life Sciences at college and the worst thing I had to do was vivisect a cockroach.
I cut off its legs so that it could not run away. Then poked around its still beating heart. Then ripped out its intestines, turned them inside out and watched as they transported sugar from one side of the gut wall to the other.
It was a fine preparation for these forums, actually, when I think about it.
But cutting up cats? Was this done in a graveyard at night, by any chance?
lol... I don't know which was worse, the smell of formaldehyde or the extremely stiff bodies laying on our tables. Skinning a cat is what serial killers do before they're ready for the big time. I was only 16 and I'm still not over it.
They made us do that in high school Biology, too! As an animal lover, I really didn't want to dissect a cat ... I didn't learn anything from the process, and I (too) am still not over it. The worst part is thinking about how they were all delivered in a freezer truck, en masse:
Where were they getting all of these poor dead cats???
They get them from shelters after they've been put down. When they do not get adopted after so long, they put them down and donate them to schools and colleges for study. Sorry to butt in, it's rare I ever know the answer to anything so I got excited. Pardon me.
So sad! When I lived in San Antonio, TX, the city had begun an initiative called "SNAP," the Spay-Neuter Assistance Program (http://goo.gl/NzK5MW) in order to reduce the number of strays from generation to generation, in the hopes that the city could mandate "no-kill" shelters in the near future. I think that's a great idea, and I wish more cities would jump on the bandwagon.
That is a great idea. I bet those type programs are a tremendous help. Indeed, it is sad when nothing can be done other than putting them down due to overpopulation. Poor things. I take in strays fairly often. I've kept several for pets of my own and others I have given away after getting them healthy and spay/neutering them. It's not much really but I can't stand to see them sick or hungry.
I will try to stay warm for the better part of the morning. I am trying to write my book b/c it is my day off. I am answering msg's on my Fb wall for my birthday. Most were solicited by me 'cause I do what I gotta do. Then I will do dishes and other household chores. Next, pick my daughter up at school, go to my son's basketball game and pick up a check they are holding for me at my former job. I was going to make a very nice dinner, but I forgot about my son's game so we may have to eat out. As you can see, the highlight of my day is getting the bday wishes on my FB wall.
Well the OP was about cats, in a round about way, and then the convo went in the direction of someone saying they had to dissect a cat which led to the dead cat topics. Sorry for my part in it, back to the topic of your birthday, I guess.
Well you were doing that whole thing ppl do when they're trying to say something kind of hurtful, but they pretend instead that they've been wounded.
"Sorry for my part in it, back to the topic of your birthday, I guess." You could hear the Debbie Downer music in the background. This is a thread started by a troll. It has zero meaning in the scheme of things. If we are not free to chat freely here, than I am moving to Russia (pre-cold war state, as it is probably a lovely place now.) Either way, it's my 22nd birthday and I don't want to play this game today.
So they go backwards? Funny. Do you just sit around googling all day to appear incredibly smart or do you really just know way too much stuff? Either way, I will hang around you until you can stand me no more and surely some of your knowledge will rub off.
I was not trying to be hurtful in any way. I was pointing out that there was an OP about cats and then you made it about you, clearly. I do/did not know the original poster or their reputation here. What should knowing them matter as long as the topic is being discussed, at least in a relative way?