How to wash a toilet ?

1. Put both lids of the toilet up And add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.

2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.

3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid. You may need to stand on the lid.

4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.

5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a 'power-wash' and rinse'.

6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.

7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift the lid.

8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, And run outside where he will dry himself off.

9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.

Sincerely,

The Dog

Valentines day and the pink chaddi!!!

This post is dedicated to the HINDU taliban- the so called Sri Ram Sena (forgive them O Lord!!) Pramod Muthalik a seemingly fame seeker who is modelling himself on the other self styled cultural cops of this country like the Thackerey and his clan.The Sangh has now disowned the stupid gang, but people seem to be hell bend on teasing him to glory... Pink chaddi campaign is the latest and here I am wishing every one including this new saviour of my 3000 plus year culture, a happy valentines day....



Enjoy the day people, but yes have clean fun !!!!

Software guys.. the unwanted lot....

Perils of a Catholic Upbringing !!!

From a forwarded mail... It IS NOT MY STORY >>>>


As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.

Recalling my old pastor, Father Mike, who always admonished me to 'care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags; my heart was touched by this person's condition.Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.

A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out and touch this person!'










So I did...&....











I won't be attending Mass for some time.