I emailed a copy to the biggest cat-o-phile I know... but with no explanation. Will see what he says...

do you concur with the lasers from the eyes post, or are you holding out for...

If we started making weird Predator drones out of aligators, bears, mountain lions, horses, pigs, etc.....that might make the Taliban lose the will to barbeque....

I first read this 3 hrs ago and I'm still laughing about it.

The absolute height of absurdity. I love it! :D

I cannot imagine doing that to one of my pets. Maybe my grandmother, but not my cat. This is too creepy.

Can I order this as a burial option?

nice cross thread reference!

Who is the guy who plays Fletcher in that Twilight Zone? He was in a lot of TV shows in the 50s and 60s.

Someone found a good use for cats!

I am in the roflmao camp with this...

Some of my morbid sense of humor might come from when I was a kid and I found out my grandparents ashes were in a cabinet above the washing machine, my mothers family could not agree with how to dispose of the ashes.....

claude akins.

hmmmm... wonder if I could turn one into an RC airplane or monster truck.

Cat Sailing
by Howard Mohr

I love the country roads at night
when the moon is full, just as spring
starts pushing this and that thing
up and up, and everything living
wants to love a little and live
a little more: you know what I mean,
but for the record, that includes
apple trees, box elder bugs, hogs,
green worms, bluegrass, skunks,
and, oh yes, people. It's a good time
to sell life insurance and protection
for the stuff you collect inside.
But it's night that's best,
alone in a car that propels itself
by exploding trees and dinosaurs
a million years old.
And here and there, you find a squashed cat,
a tom on his way to that farm by smell,
a female in heat, surprised once and for all,
but both dead as a Frisbee
and inorganic as a college degree.
You stop by the side of the road
and take that mortar board feline
by its side and sail it into the small grain
crops just coming up. You are thrilled
the way its smooth fur catches
the light of the moon, the stillness
when it lands, the exhilaration
you feel having made something dead
pass through the air
like and unidentified flying object.
Back in the car, back down the road.
Going home to wait for summer,
and fall, and winter again, then spring,
then summer, then fall then winter.
That's the way it goes,
one after the other.
It's a lovely system, invented by
somebody with a sense of rhythm
and no eye for detail.

Add me to the "this is very wierd" camp. Incredibly unique, yes, but borderline creepy at the same time.

So would owning an Orvillecopter be something that would result in a loss of one's PETA membership?

Maybe the cat had selected posthumous flight capabilites in its will?

In Australia, because of the damage they do to native fauna, the saying goes, 'A good cat is a flat cat'.

Should of done it to a pig.....

I would have left the mouth open. But I understand that would induce drag...

That would freak out the dogs too!

That is awesomely twisted. They need to figure out how to make a "Bloook Bloook Blooooooooook" feature. Regurged hairballs and unchewed cat food from the air.