Caption Comp #122

#123 'Tender Behind'

A golden rivet, you say, Tiddles?

Infamy! Infamy!

The crew wondered if it was safe to set the cat amongst the big guns.

Don't worry lad, I wasn't offering them a lick from you.

Since being aboard, it was all hands on Dexter (the ship's cat).

You were nearly mentioned on a crossword thread on WW, lad.

have you done that bizz mark?

Anyone doing a poop deck one?

Hadn't seen KD's tone lowerer when I asked that ^^^.

Great minds sink alike.

We'll find the level soon, Jo Anne.

Whats up pussycat

The chief stoker comes to my mind for some reason.

Prove it.

Are you any relation to Mr Gibsons' dog.

"What!? With these feet?"

Looking for Mrs Slocum?

Actually a line from Porridge.

MO- "Are you now, or have you at any time been a practising homosexual?"

Fletcher- "What! With these feet? Who'd have me?"

(Fletcher was trying to get dispensation to wear his own shoes due to having dropped arches)

No Puss, we cant let you hide in a gun barrel.

And as it's Friday, Mac's in the other barrel.


Look at the state of me lovely thread.

♪♫♪♫♪ In the navy...♪♫♪♫♪

Prime Minister Winston Churchill encounters a ship's cat. He restrains Blackie, the mascot of HMS Prince of Wales, from joining the USS McDougal (DD-358), an American destroyer, while the ship's company stand to attention during the playing of the National Anthem.

If only the black dog were so easily restrained. Brilliant photo.

Very true, Jo Anne.

Mr Churchill had a cat which played with his feet as he worked from his bed.

I may have mentioned this before. Can't remember cat's name.

But I know Hitler's dog was called Blondi.

There was a succession of Chartwell cats. Two of them were Mickey, a large tabby, and Tango, a marmalade. William Manchester related an amusing story in The Last Lion, volume II, about the former. Churchill was speaking on the telephone to the Lord Chancellor when Mickey began playing with the telephone cord. WSC shouted, “Get off the line, you fool!” Realizing his mistake he turned his attention back to the Lord Chancellor: “Not you!” he said.



Here

(Dostaf, Churchill's wife, Clementine, doesn't seem to have been a feminist.)

Blackie, later named Churchill was sadly left behind:

After Newfoundland, the crew named Blackie “Churchill” and he became a beloved ship’s mascot. Later that year, Prince of Wales was sunk by Japanese aircraft off Malaya (See FH139 p.40). Despite vast loss of life, Churchill made it with some of the crew to Singapore, where he encamped with the survivors. In February 1942, when orders came to evacuate Singapore, Churchill, who was believed off foraging for food, could not be found and was sadly left behind.

No desert island whiskas. It is sad he didn't leave with the crew.

I think Almroth would be a good name for a cat.

The Unexpurgated Case Against Woman Suffrage by Sir Almroth Wright M.D. F.R.S. was published in 1913, and is available at the Project Gutenberg.[8] In his book, Wright vigorously opposes the professional development of women.

Here

I know Anne Widdecombe called her pussy Arbuthnot.

Wright was wrong. When I was a child, our vicar had a cat called Magnificat.

Other beliefs included, if a cat licked its fur against the grain, it meant a hailstorm was coming; if it sneezed it meant rain; and if it was frisky it meant wind.

Wind doesn't make me frisky.

I'm a martyr to wind, I am.

Some of these beliefs are rooted in reality. Cats are able to detect slight changes in the weather, as a result of their very sensitive inner ears, which also allow them to land upright when falling. Low atmospheric pressure, a common precursor of stormy weather, often makes cats nervous and restless

Wiki

Cooking fat ?

Name the film.

Blackie unsettled the rats amongst the big guns.

Carry On Loving!

"Well that's what it sounds like".

Don't we know

Blackie 's not a bad name for a cat. From the age of the photo it could well have been called Nig...

What a terrible catsafterme.

Nigel

Our dog wasn't called Nigel though.

Glad I don't have to shout him in to see if it's raining these days.

Is this Korky the cak!,,

After posting on this thread I am getting some strange ads.

Do tell?

eg

Sherwood Forest Paddock Jodhpurs, Showing trousers (really), and The Myleene Klass swimwear collection!

Jodhoppers!

I like them.


And Myleene.

Bonus.

No cooking fat though!

'The Myleene Klass swimwear collection'

I'm tempted to make catty comments. Just joking - a lovely lady.

Ooooohhhhhhhhhh!

Showing trousers?

Answers in a plain brown envelope please.

Mac wears something similar.

Leather with a big hole in the back.

He shows his rosy red cheeks.

Look what google sent me

I was looking for something similar and that came up.

I never thought of welders (real or otherwise).

EDIT

Link is going to homepage.

See 'seatless leather trousers'

I prefer the Sherwood Forest Paddock Jodhpurs.

I bet you do

Noooooooo

Showing trousers - see legs (Sea legs )

I'm trying to get thos images of riding crops google sent me, out of my mind and concentrate on cats-o-nine-tails.

Ooops, wrong pic

Cat´ o' nine´ tails`
n. 1. a whip used as an instrument of punishment consisting of nine pieces of knotted line or cord fastened to a handle; - formerly used to flog offenders on the bare back; - called also the cat. It was used in the British Navy to maintain discipline on board sailing ships

Keeping the crew in order - whip shape and Bristol fashion.

Anthea presented Blue Peter (flag on ships) and they have cats(s) so still on topic.

Fire the seacat missile

Anthea was also Bristol fashion. (Nice bottom)

Belay that smutfilth!

Was that cat in the officers mess

Returning to topic.

Google tells me, Churchill never said that about the lash.

Google at your peril.

Dostaf - a martyr to cracked whip too?

I am

whipped/lashings - The cat that got the cream?

Churchill apologised to one of his moggies for there being no cream as there was a war on.

(I learned that knowledge earlier)

I had lunch with the P.M. and the Yellow Cat, which sat in a chair on his right-hand side and attracted most of his attention. He was meditating deeply on the Middle East, where he is intent on reorganizing the rearward services, and on Lord Beaverbrook who is proving particularly troublesome….While he brooded on these matters, he kept up a running conversation with the cat, cleaning its eyes with his napkin, offering it mutton and expressing regret that it could not have cream in war-time.

Again, from here

Catalina?

Catalina II

Churchill apologised to one of his moggies for there being no cream as there was a war on

How interesting that should crop up.

I know, Jo Anne. Surprising where these tandems go.

I wasn't even aware it was Mr Churchill when I first picked the pic from the selection google sent me.

From drivel comes knowledge.

If I knew what the latin for that was, I'd use it as a motto.

Churchill loved the Fr*nch language and Cat is Chat. (sorry, Mache)
Can we chat with a cat if it has got our tongue?