Catnip Jokes

Q. why did the cat bite everyone?
A. because it had just heard of catnip!

Compiled by Harold Reynolds and updated on December 6, 1994

1. Introduction

The following is a manual of guidelines for the busy cat(s) who will have a house to manage after adopting one or more humans. It is, of course, impossible to cover all possible situations, as those humans are always up to some sort of mischief, but the compiler and contributors to this guide have endeavoured to cover as wide a variety of topics as possible. It is important that this document be kept out of the hands of humans, who will undoubtedly find a way to use it to their advantage.

2. Food

In order to get the energy to sleep, play, and hamper, a cat must eat. Eating, however, is only half the fun. The other half is getting the food. Cats have two ways to obtain food: convincing a human you are starving to death and must be fed now; and hunting for it oneself. The following are some guidelines for getting fed.

a) When the humans are eating, make sure more...

On the first day of Christmas my mistress gave to me,
a pheasant under glass' neath the tree.

On the second day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
2 chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass' neath the tree.

On the third day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
3 quarts of milk
2 chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass' neath the tree.

On the 4th day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
4 strutting birds
3 quarts of milk
2 chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass' neath the tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
5 litter pans
4 strutting birds
3 quarts of milk
2 chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass' neath the tree.

On the 6th day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
6 cans of sardines
5 litter pans
4 strutting birds
3 quarts of milk
2 chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass' neath the more...

On the first day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
a pheasant under glass beneath the tree.
On the second day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
two chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass beneath the tree.
On the third day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
three quarts milk
two chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass beneath the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
four strutting birds
three quarts milk
two chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass beneath the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
five litter pans
four strutting birds
three quarts milk
two chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass beneath the tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
six cans of sardines
five litter pans
four strutting birds
three quarts milk
two chicken breasts and
a pheasant under glass beneath the more...

On the first day of Christmas, my kitten ruined for me... A batch
of my special hand-print cookies.

I had turned my back to grab the cookie sheet sitting on the stove.
In that micro-second, Fluffy climbed onto the table, poked her paw
into the delightfully kneady mixture and, suddenly off-balance,
fell into the cookie dough. Net loss? Six cups of flour, four cups
of sugar, three sticks of butter. Of course, it would have been
cheaper to remove the feline ingredient, pick out the hairs, and
just rename the recipe Paw Print Cookies.


On the second day of Christmas, my kitten accompanied me.... On a
trip to the vet clinic.

Who knew that skinny curling ribbon has feline taste appeal? I
didn't. Damages? $28 for the office visit, $36 for anesthesia so
the veterinarian could take $55 X-rays in case Fluffy had taste-
tested any other Christmas decorations, and a heck of a lot of
embarrassment more...