is called Dummkatz, but he looks intelligent enough to me. I like the collar.
Isn’t Dummkatz the name of a cartoon character?
I tried googling ‘Dummkatz’. All I got was Sili, nothing about a cartoon. He did make a link to THIS, though. Thanks, Sili.
A Bad Guide 
Well, my first reaction was pure rage — competition for Muntz!! But then I had to admit, he really is handsome. I love that type of cat, with the high forehead and dainty mouth and wide bridge of the nose. We’ve got a tough one in the neighborhood, always on the sidewalk at the end of our driveway: every time he sees Champ on his turf he doesn’t just hiss and make himself big and hope Champs leaves; he walks right up to him, ready to go, and Champ’s so stupid — he doesn’t imagine anybody couldn’t love him — I have to pull him away, in fear for his eyes! Dummkatz seems to have some solid paws there himself. Nice to name, too.
Nice to name, too.
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I was going to edit it, but then I’d have fewer comments so I think I’ll just leave it.
Don’t forget that it’s because we’ve been having such great success with Muntz that it is now possible for me to let other cats on to the blog. That’s what happens when you’re trying to build up your audience figures. It’s the American way — and thanks, Muntz.
Very handsome cat. I had two American tabbies, mother and son, who came to Russia with me. The mother lived to the age of 19 and the son — Ed, aka Big Ed, lived to be almost 23. He was a legend in Moscow. I think he lived that long because by then I had two more cats — adorable, loving, beautiful Russian girl cats — and I think he was having too much fun in the physical plane.
Goat alert: http://www.nakedcapitalism.com/
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Thanks. Nice goats of the enormously large ears variety.
I’ve never heard of a cat living that long. Imagine what almost twenty-three is in dog years, I think it’s about 160. I suppose actual milage may vary with cats.
There’s always some cat somewhere — usually in England — who lives to be 35 and ruins everyone else’s chances to get in the Guiness Book of World Records. But in general, cats live about 16-18 years. Ed was really old.
You may be remembering Dummbatz from your Gräfin phase. It’s adolescent slang, something like “doughbrain”. Here is a Dummbatz in action. A Batzen is a moderately large, shapeless mass of something, like ice cream or black pudding. Batzen also means “wad” in ein Batzen Scheine (a wad of folding money). That fits nicely with “dough”, which is why I gave “doughbrain” as a translation.
Or, as an accomplished man of the world, are you remembering something from The Katzenjammer Kids?
Cats are good at keeping vermin from the barley at distilleries, I dare say. With which near-excuse, I can refer jamessal to
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/features/the-ten-best-scotch-whiskies-1488408.html?action=Popup&ino=10
Ha, ha. Maybe.
Funnily enough I too linked this for Jamessal. He wasn’t very impressed that time.
Yesterday I saw 10-year-old Ardbeg at the Vinmonopol, for about fifty quid a bottle. It seems a lot, fifty pounds; but then the last time I used pounds seriously fifty of them was a pretty good week’s wages.
Yeah, I have to say, I just don’t get that list. Talisker and Lagavulin are great, of course (though why Talisker 10y, I don’t know), and Old Pulteney is really good bang for your buck; but of all the Compass Box’s they could have chosen, Asyla is just the plainest — and JB Black????? Yeah, it’s kind of smooth for the money (though obviously not as smooth as Blue), but as I always say, if I want smooth I’ll freeze some vodka. Scotch — I want FLAVOR. JB Black???? WTF????
That was their favourite one, too. I’ve never had it, but I’m not crazy about the label.
Since I can’t get any of Jamessal’s recommendations, I’m thinking about taking out a bank loan for that Ardbeg,
Isn’t Johnny Walker a blend? I never liked it.
From the birthday angle, at this point I think we need to pay attention to the jazz.
I second, honey. JB Black is weak sauce. If you want smooth, go for Balvenie.
I’m not sure I replied in the right place. I meant to call jamessal honey. Though you all really are very sweet.
I’m afraid there’s nothing clever to it. It’s just patterned on Dummkopf.
He’s not very fierce. The neighbour’s old Maine coon mix has to protect him from strangers.
He catches too many birds, though. Helped along by the big hails we suddenly had the other day.
But he is pretty, isn’t he. Helped a bit that I gave him a thorough brushing the other day to get rid of the last of the Winterfur.