walnutqueen

They didn't say, but Wiki says they were animal bones.

It would appear that Jesus Jugs has a new King (or consort, I don't keep up with the times).

True. I, however, am Canadian, eh (although livin' in the USA has given me a rough edge), and Elizabeth will always be my Queen. Yes, I am old enough to remember her picture in every classroom and singing "God Save the Queen" every morning in my early school days. Now, would you be so kind as to step off my lawn, please? ;~)

HELLOOOOO, POLLY!!! (thwack, thwack, thwack)

Dirty forks don't scare those of us who had to lick the road clean with our tongues.

I have a sudden craving for a foine Australian table wine ... a perfect pairing with spam.

I saw that, and more ...

Lobster Thermidor au Crevette with a Mornay sauce served in a Provencal manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam?

Smelly dork.

Oh, you simply MUST. There's a Monty Python quote or skit for every occasion, and we devotees can recognize each other by a single word or phrase. Not to mention the glorious songs.

Yes - I saw the first episode and loved it. It is on my DVR schedule,for sure. I really like the other shows you mention, too.

Funny how life works sometimes, isn't it?

I had 5 unrelated male cats (I'm down to my last indoor boy), who found me one by one, and I never had an issue introducing a new cat into the household, not even a sick & injured feral who was afraid to leave his "hospital room" for almost a year. They all got along and slept with me on an over-sized recliner, and I never saw a hiss, growl or fight. Guess I'm just lucky. But then, my outdoor critters get along just fine, too. My semi-feral backyard cats have no problem sharing their food with the raccoons, possums, occasional skunk, and even the darned starlings. I run a peaceful, if somewhat dilapidated, Eden here, dontcha know! :~)

All cats have nipples - yes, even the males. When I rescued my tiny Babalu kitten, he bonded with all my senior male cats, but especially loved my Beanie Baby, who would purr while Babalu sucked on his nipples and kneaded Bean's belly. This delightful display would last until Babalu wearied of getting no milk, and obviously tried nipping. Bean would give a startled yelp and jump up out of his blissful stupor, giving the stink-eye to the little bugger who'd killed his buzz.