I’ve got a couple of cats that LOVE to cuddle, I can send them RIGHT over!!! :) One is named Socks the Velcro Cat. And he LOVES to get into the shower with you…. (seriously)
Yehuda is carrying way too much if he didn’t notice the weight of kitty! Maybe this is a snuggly way of staying warm though: purring kitties are fuzzy and warm.
About the bag of holding!: It only weighs the same as when empty, but the space inside is in another dimension and can be limitless. Also, things ‘magically’ alter their shape so they can get in/out at the owners whim.
Yehuda could have the whole of the Kickstand’s inventory in there and not notice – bikes and all!
The fire appears to be in some kind of bowl. Interesting.
On the subject of travelling with animals, our Maltese dog, “Princess,” loves to travel in the front basket of my Pashley Sovereign Roadster or my wife’s Pashley Princess. The dog, who weighs 2.5 kg, is just so cute and happy as we cycle along.
I note that on the official website of Pashley Cycles the word “bike” does not appear too often. Although I was able to find one exception, they refer to their machines as “bicycles” or “cycles.”
Kevin, so you’re saying that you consider yourself fully committed to specificity in communication, no matter how many more keystrokes it takes? I never doubted it for a second.
Yeah, I know the feeling. One of the cats who live underneath my workshop loves basket rides on my ’71 AMF Hercules THAT I PICKED UP AT THE DUMP AND RESTORED. You know, a real bike, one that you don’t get by just flashing a Mastercard (oops, I meant AmEx Gold).
I think it is a steel fire ring like so many campgrounds have at each campsite. Assuming Y is sitting on the ground or on a log, the top of an Oil drum would be at head height or higher, a Fire ring is only 6-8 inches tall, (1220cm?) but keeps things contained and kind of forces each camper to burn in the same spot, so the site is not full of burns.
If you stealth camp you wouldn’t know this, and maybe it is a regional thing??
Fire rings are usually recycled truck tire rings. (take a close look at a Semi-tractor-trailer wheel next time you see one).
That looks like a real nice place to be, sitting by a cozy fire, wrapped in a wool blanket in the snow, and suddenly having a friendly suprise pop out on you. Thanks Rick.
I’ve never seen (or heard of) steel fire rings before, but it’s been nearly ten years since I’ve been camping, so maybe it’s a recent innovation. Or maybe they just don’t have them in the campgrounds I’ve used. I’ve always made my own fire rings out of rocks (or used ones left by previous campers).
Would you choose to stow away on a Van Swerigan with Yehuda, or take your chances that a ghost would feed you on time? I just hope Fenders got out before it was time to use the litterbox!
Nice ride in to work today. Only a few degrees of frost under a louring sky. The official forecast was for a 30% probability of measurable s$%!, but the snow stayed away and the roads were dry this morning. I was nice and warm and comfy and dry in my winter clothes - not even every layer on.
Just one of those nice days and a nice ride. I’m starting to get used to the 8 km commute. The wife tells me that she thinks that I may even be losing a bit of weight.
When I was in college, early 70s, I took my younger brother and sister on spring break bike rides (loaded tours). My brother felt sorry for my small dog so he built a cage for the back of my bike so the dog could go along.
It was fun to see the looks on peoples faces. They were in awe at our loaded bikes, flannel shirts, bib overalls and hiking boots. But when the dog got out they simply did not believe we had traveled so far on our bikes.
In frames 3 and 4 it looks as if the peak of his tent is on fire. This could be a bad way to end a tour, with flashbacks to the Kickstand fire, and a long ride home thinking of the accident 1 year ago.
Rick, thanks for packing Fenders along on Y’s tour. I’d take my two on bike rides if they would cooperate. Cats have staff, whereas dogs have owners. Don’t let anything happen to Fenders!
I’ve been absent…what a heartwarming strip to catch me up. Thanks, Rick. May the very best of the holiday season belong to each of you here. Namaste’. Pax.
So Yehuda had a hidden friend in his magic bag…
The bag of holding has a lot to answer for!
Well, he’s got a friend with him aside from the Coventry. I love cats. I especially love ones that like to be cuddled.
I’ve got a couple of cats that LOVE to cuddle, I can send them RIGHT over!!! :) One is named Socks the Velcro Cat. And he LOVES to get into the shower with you…. (seriously)
I figured the fire would have given him flash backs from the Kickstand incident!?!?!
living food?
Sure… afterall, it’s cold enough to freeze the other half you can’t eat in one sitting.
Boo!
That’s just stupid. What kitty could eat even half a Yehuda in one sitting?
and you can make a nice pair of mitten or a riding cap out of the pelt.
But the living cat keeps you warm AND helps you psychologically.
Clothes wear-out and can be lost/stolen. The cat keeps close to someone who loves it.
Unless the cat is Siamese. Then it lets you know “I have contempt and distain for the whole human race. Now feed me!”
Nearly Siamese I have known was lovable and talkative.
Wonder what teh kittehs have to say aboot K-Love, eh…
The other white meat?
All of you need a beating with a bike pump…. (Except Tencon, of course)
It’s a poor culture that would beat its poor emotional and mental deficients or threaten the integrity of a tire pump.
Not the same cat as Fred’s. This one is called Pop, apparently.
No pop is it’s second name, it’s called Rustle Pop.
I have a cat we call Pop! Full name: Pop Shuv-It. He’s named after a skateboard trick.
Russel Pope, my friend.
I had to turn up my screen brightness to see what you guys were taking about. Hey look! A cat head, not just a meowing pannier.
Yehuda is carrying way too much if he didn’t notice the weight of kitty! Maybe this is a snuggly way of staying warm though: purring kitties are fuzzy and warm.
I could see that happening to me. After a certain point, what’s another pound (or kilogram, if you prefer)?
About the bag of holding!: It only weighs the same as when empty, but the space inside is in another dimension and can be limitless. Also, things ‘magically’ alter their shape so they can get in/out at the owners whim.
Yehuda could have the whole of the Kickstand’s inventory in there and not notice – bikes and all!
Ah, an “Infinity” bag!
Yehuda Moon, Mary Poppin’s cousin…
<shrugs> Apparently the bag of holding is using some Time Lord tech
what makes you think he didnt notice? He just forgot to feed the cat. He does that all the time.
Oops, looks like someone’s really let the cat out of the bag now!
<rim shot>
Sank you. I’ll be here all ze veek.
Try ze veal. Or the cat.
Tip your veal. Try your waitress.
You are soooo bad!
The fire appears to be in some kind of bowl. Interesting.
On the subject of travelling with animals, our Maltese dog, “Princess,” loves to travel in the front basket of my Pashley Sovereign Roadster or my wife’s Pashley Princess. The dog, who weighs 2.5 kg, is just so cute and happy as we cycle along.
Mate,
can’t you just say BIKE.
If Kevin DID say just ‘bike’ we might think he meant an MTB or a Bakfeits etc!
I note that on the official website of Pashley Cycles the word “bike” does not appear too often. Although I was able to find one exception, they refer to their machines as “bicycles” or “cycles.”
See:
http://www.pashley.co.uk
Kevin, so you’re saying that you consider yourself fully committed to specificity in communication, no matter how many more keystrokes it takes? I never doubted it for a second.
The boy ain’t committed to shit when he’s talking about the weather. Or so I have heard.
Yeah, I know the feeling. One of the cats who live underneath my workshop loves basket rides on my ’71 AMF Hercules THAT I PICKED UP AT THE DUMP AND RESTORED. You know, a real bike, one that you don’t get by just flashing a Mastercard (oops, I meant AmEx Gold).
In frame 1 it looks like an oil drum – classic. In frame 3 it has no sides!
I think it is a steel fire ring like so many campgrounds have at each campsite. Assuming Y is sitting on the ground or on a log, the top of an Oil drum would be at head height or higher, a Fire ring is only 6-8 inches tall, (1220cm?) but keeps things contained and kind of forces each camper to burn in the same spot, so the site is not full of burns.
If you stealth camp you wouldn’t know this, and maybe it is a regional thing??
Fire rings are usually recycled truck tire rings. (take a close look at a Semi-tractor-trailer wheel next time you see one).
That looks like a real nice place to be, sitting by a cozy fire, wrapped in a wool blanket in the snow, and suddenly having a friendly suprise pop out on you. Thanks Rick.
re: ‘a Semi-tractor-trailer wheel next time you see one’ we don’t see many/any around here – the scrap-metal merchants steal them all!
I’ve never seen (or heard of) steel fire rings before, but it’s been nearly ten years since I’ve been camping, so maybe it’s a recent innovation. Or maybe they just don’t have them in the campgrounds I’ve used. I’ve always made my own fire rings out of rocks (or used ones left by previous campers).
I like cats, they taste like chicken.
Cats would also like you.
…you taste like pork.
(Or so say the cannies.)
That’s why its called “Long Pork”.
Cannies dont like clowns……….they taste funny.
Would you choose to stow away on a Van Swerigan with Yehuda, or take your chances that a ghost would feed you on time? I just hope Fenders got out before it was time to use the litterbox!
Not nitpicking but he is riding the ‘Coventry’ not the Van. Note the dropped bars?
It didn’t need to get out – the litterbox was in the Bag!
There seems to be a message in the coals on frame three.
Nice ride in to work today. Only a few degrees of frost under a louring sky. The official forecast was for a 30% probability of measurable s$%!, but the snow stayed away and the roads were dry this morning. I was nice and warm and comfy and dry in my winter clothes - not even every layer on.
Just one of those nice days and a nice ride. I’m starting to get used to the 8 km commute. The wife tells me that she thinks that I may even be losing a bit of weight.
That will help. Less weight=more speed etc.
Have a good Xmas Kevin…
Yehuda experiences the trials and tribulations of modern living?… not so sure about that. Little too much canvas there buddy
The longer I know people, the more I love my cats.
That would explain alot…
He looks like my black cat, Donny. I would love to take him on a long bike ride; he’s good company.
Anyone else freaked out that it’s almost the new year and this little furry dude is a ….. BLACK CAT!!!! I am a bit worried!
Yehuda totally let me down. HIS BIKE IS NOT IN THE TENT!!!!
Maybe he wants to take a before-bedtime ride in the moonlight.
He will then put the bike in the bag and put both, safe, in the tent!
I nearly forgot – the protection and invisibility spells around the tent!
When I was in college, early 70s, I took my younger brother and sister on spring break bike rides (loaded tours). My brother felt sorry for my small dog so he built a cage for the back of my bike so the dog could go along.
It was fun to see the looks on peoples faces. They were in awe at our loaded bikes, flannel shirts, bib overalls and hiking boots. But when the dog got out they simply did not believe we had traveled so far on our bikes.
Awww, he brought the kitteh, very cool! : )
awww kitty’s back!
In frames 3 and 4 it looks as if the peak of his tent is on fire. This could be a bad way to end a tour, with flashbacks to the Kickstand fire, and a long ride home thinking of the accident 1 year ago.
I think you’re seeing sparks flying upward from the fire, with the tent in the background. The tent is a long way from where the fire is burning.
Maybe he can draft off the kitten? Use as a helmet? Y’all here about the anti-helmet deniers? bigadam.wordpress.com
I want this to turn into a Woodland Critter Christmas situation a la South Park. But Kitteh looks innocent and glowing ember eye free.
This is certainly one of the cuter ones Rick! Nice Job!
Fred is part of the cat.
No obligations. That’s real wealth. No matter how rich you are, if you have many material pocessions, you’re tied down to them.
No obligations – freedom? Family, friends, colleagues, community – thats’ real wealth.
Rick, thanks for packing Fenders along on Y’s tour. I’d take my two on bike rides if they would cooperate. Cats have staff, whereas dogs have owners. Don’t let anything happen to Fenders!
Merry Christmas to all.
I’ve been absent…what a heartwarming strip to catch me up. Thanks, Rick. May the very best of the holiday season belong to each of you here. Namaste’. Pax.
It is good to see you again – happy Xmas Tee