New Cadets & Football Knitting

We had a couple new Cadets at the Clown Brigade this week. On top is Max and bellow are Lydia and Jamie.

Being that we are going to begin working on Humor Therapy we want to have some therapy animals. In my opinion the best critters for this are cats. They are small and usually freindly. They can be trained to walk on a leash and are small enough to pick up if needed. What more is there to want in a critter you are going to take around with you.

The first step in their training will be to get them used to strangers. So for the purposes of what we are doing we are using our practices and youth programs at the Crops. This gives us the oportunity to get the cats exposure they would not get at home.

They also have to be harness trained so they get used to walking around on a leash. This will be very useful in the tight quarters of a nursing home or hospital.

We are still looking at making plans for having the monday knitting at Doubleday's so that people can watch the football game. I will keep your posted when we have more details

Be safe out there and keep your stick on the ice.

A poor excuse for kitten pictures.

 

Working on some clown knitting. I do not have pictures.Still there is cat News of various types. So it is time to drag out the Hitler Kitty. By the way the Hitler Kitty can speak properly. So if you have too much time on your hands visit: www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com. Yes That is a real site. It is sites like that that keep me going on this blog. That way I do not feel like I am destroying western civilization by writting this foolishness.

These are kittens. Namely the Thre kittens we have at the moment. The striped one is Max. That is Walt's new cat. He is energetic and likes to climb in my shoes. So in the next couple weeks Walt should be taking about foot injuries from cats on his blog. 

This varmit is Lydia. She is going to be my next cat. Actually I suppose she is already my cat. She is supper cute as well and not as fascinated with my foot wear.

We are still looking for a home for the third kitten. But we have them for at least another week. Be safe out there and keep you strick on the ice.

My Baby Cat's Daddy

This is Walt and his baby Max. You can see the resemblance. Max is not as harry though but I digress.

Actually I have to go off in left to make this story make some seance. But remember the image above. The image of this wanna be humorist and his feline offspring.

On Monday I was bit by by a pit bull. By the way if you are keeping track this is the left feild part of the story. Keep in mind mr funny guy and his cat. He is the one with the punch line about my terrible pain and suffering.

The dog gave me one good bite in the arm and ran off with his own. By the way if you live on the South Side Slopes and know a young black man who is six foot tall with corn rows and a brown and tan marble colored pit bull. That is the dog that bit me. Stay away he is grumpy. The grumpy thing aplies to to the dog and his negligent owner. He ran away with out giving information about if his dog had it's shot. So friday I will be complaining about how much rabies shots hurt. It will give you something to look forward to.

Oh and I really I looking fo this guy. He is danger to everyone he runs into.

Anway I went to the hospital to get six stiches to put my left bicept back togather. I have mad more stitches at one time so this was nothing. My wife continually through the entire process mae jokes about how good I taste. She hoped that Sally our dog did not find out because she is frequently hungry at night.

After that I want to our regular knitting night from the hospital. Luckly there is still a hospital on the South Side for the moment. The knitting night was filled with lovely comment about my taste. Walt and amy wife tage teamed me with hillarious comment the entire evening. It weas really something to see. By the way not once did either one of them ask if it hurt because they thought it was so funny.

On a side not walt is sitting here as I type this. He said said he assumed it hurt. So apparently rather than being sympathetic he thought he should go strait to ridicule. He is not claiming that laughter is the best medicen. If anyone if keeping that only really works if the injured person is laughing. It doesn't work so well if all his freinds are making fun of him. Just a note for you future Patch Admas out there.

Fast forward to today. I went to my Corps for our regular clown practice. I had to print out some stuff in one of the offices. I sat down and started working at the computer. Little did I know my Captain just got a new dog. Little did I know that dog was sleeping in the office I happened to be in. After i climbed out of the ceiling tile from being scared within an inch of my life/ I noted that it was a baby Scottish Terrier and not a Pitt Bull. So I felt really stupid.

My Captain then came in and explained the dog started me. He thought I was wimp. I explained why I was jumpy. He still thought I was a wimp.

That brings me to clown practice this evening. No one asked if I was alright. The children wanted to see the dog bite. They are too young to see it. So for the entire evening a group of little girl were explaining to me how tough they are. To add insult to injury they were also talking about a cuteness scale.

At the top of the scale at number 1 is kittens. Number two is puppies. Number three is Walt. Take a look at the picture. Walt is the big one without stripes incase your coudn't tell. Not only is he cuter than me. He is number three on the list for cutuest things ever according to our click of little girls in the Clown Brigade. Of course I had to ask. I probably shoudn't have asked. I am 1, 083rd on the list directly behind rather large snails. By the way they beat because they shells and cute antena.

Remeber me telling you this was going to left feild. I am going to bring back right about now. Walt observed that the Pitt Bull only bit me once. I said yeah that is right. He said that he only bit me once because as a clown i taste funny. Ha Ha Ha

As I type this Walt is having a hard time breathing because he is laughing so hard at the story. The truely sad thing is that it is true. This is an average week from my life.

On a serious side I am just fine. The dog didn;t really get a nerve and only hurt one muscle. So there will be nothing wrong with me in a couple weeks.

If you do happen to see that guy or his dog call animal control and tell them it was from the attack and Angelo Street on Monday the 25th on the South Side. They don;t actually have anyone to investigate this so I have to find the guy before they will press charges.

Be safe out there and keep your stick on the ice.