You don’t watch House do you?
The second sentence is a short summary of what House found as the real reason the death cat was sleeping on the people. Extra blankets because they’re old and dying = higher body temp (plus who knows, higher room temp?)
Cats are just cats: averagecats.com
My sister, who spent a lot of years as a care aid in nursing homes, tells me that there’s a look of (impending) death that the staff can recognise.
So why don’t all cats do that?
All cats are dumb, some are just dumber than others.
Now THAT I would like to train my cat to do. My furniture would be a lot less hairy.
You got it. Hugh Laurie aways makes me want to b*tch-slap him for just drawing a breath no matter what character he plays. I’d rather watch one of those home shopping shows where they try to sell you Klingon tea candles and jade toad finials and stuff. Well, all right, I don’t watch them, either. I’m just sayin’.
Hah! Fat lot you know! Cat hair knows no bounds!
The more I watch Hugh Laurie the more I appreciate what a talented actor he is (and musician and singer!)
Definitely one of my favourites (there are actually only a handful of actors or actresses I can put name to face anyway).
I will say that I think you’re missing out… but to each his own and as my dad likes to say, there’s no accounting for taste.
All cats don’t live in nursing homes or hospitals at a slow news time.
But geeze, facetious anyone?
This has to have been photoshopped. That kitty is relaxed and held comfortably in a hand. A hand that has been erased. 
I still like it, of course.
A large number of nursing homes have resident cats, tho.
yep, yep, yep & me too…'s’why I stole it 
Oh, no question. I have seen it, I freely give him that, and would be among the first to stand up and agree with you. Laurie can probably act rings around most out there and eat their lunch to boot. But that doesn’t change the fact for me that something about him nevertheless very much exacerbates my bile, and keeping my irritation levels to a minimum has become more important to me than suffering for someone else’s art just because s/he is celebrated, however rightly. I’ve lived too long to go that route any more. Oh, well. There you have it.
If ever I have a change of heart about him, I’ll let y’all know.
Lamby: Next you’ll be telling us that not only is there no Santa Claus, there was never any Virginia, either. 
Only 320 days left before Christmas, I am so not ready. 