Bill the cat: week three update. [modified]
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
Aaaw! :thumbsup::thumbsup::thumbsup:
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924 -
The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
So - are we gonna see a picture of him anytime soon? - That mangy old dog on your profile could need some rest... Ah, sorry - I didn't notice it was YOUR picture... ;P
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924 -
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So - are we gonna see a picture of him anytime soon? - That mangy old dog on your profile could need some rest... Ah, sorry - I didn't notice it was YOUR picture... ;P
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924Picture added - not a brilliant one, but I'm still tip-toeing around the cat and flash guns... :laugh:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
That's good. You're making good progress there and very soon he will be ready to take over your house as the new Meowerlord. :)
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Picture added - not a brilliant one, but I'm still tip-toeing around the cat and flash guns... :laugh:
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Cute kitty. What does SFW stand for? :confused:
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924 -
Cute kitty. What does SFW stand for? :confused:
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924SFW == Safe For Work
The difficult we do right away... ...the impossible takes slightly longer.
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Cute kitty. What does SFW stand for? :confused:
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924Safe For Work As in: there's nobody standing naked in the same picture as the cat. :-D
Pete
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Safe For Work As in: there's nobody standing naked in the same picture as the cat. :-D
Pete
Ah, but you didn't notice the mirror in the background then? :-\ Nah, just kidding...
Beidh ceol, caint agus craic againn - Seán Bán Breathnach
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Don't tell my folks I'm a computer programmer - They think I'm a piano player in a cat house...
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Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo!
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Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects - Will Rogers, 1924 -
Safe For Work As in: there's nobody standing naked in the same picture as the cat. :-D
Pete
Or "It may be a pussy, but it's not that kind"
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
Holy cow Griff! I have 2 cats, brother and sister with identical markings. They both look just like your cat! I'll have to post them to my profile someday.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!" — Hunter S. Thompson
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
OriginalGriff wrote:
he is getting through a tin of tuna a day
!!! If it doesn't crunch, it's too damned expensive for a bluddy moggy!
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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OriginalGriff wrote:
he is getting through a tin of tuna a day
!!! If it doesn't crunch, it's too damned expensive for a bluddy moggy!
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
Cats don't like to drink, and can cope with a lot of dehydration. Even so, an exclusively dry diet can cause problems. Our previous cat started to have problems pooing and the beginnings of kidney problems after a month on a dry diet. I agree, tuna is way to expensive for the cat, but since he didn't eat at all for the first four days, then only a little tiny bit, he is on tuna for the moment because he is eating it! And he doesn't notice the Bisolvon powder mixed in... :laugh: Moving him to cat food is on the list, by slowly increasing the cat food / tuna ration from 0:100 to 100:0 over the course of a week starting pretty soon! And yes, I do know a tuna-only diet is not good for him in the long run, he does get some biscuits with it to help with dietary proteins and so forth.
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
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The story so far: We adopted a black and white, domestic short hair little tomcat, and he was rather frightened. Hiding, not eating, catching a cold, destroying things when we are in bed. A week ago, we had started socializing, and he was responding, and starting to eat. A week later, and I'm not totally convinced it is the same cat... We started twice daily socializing on the Saturday, and it seemed to go very well. He would enjoy a stroke, then lie down for a while and stay, purring gently before running away and hiding again. Monday though, it all changed. I sat down to catch the news, while Michelle did supper – pea and ham risotto, using the gammon I cooked for Sunday lunch – and a little black face peeped out from under the sofa at me. Then, hesitantly, and slowly, he jumped into my lap and nuzzled for a stroke. He stayed there for about three hours, before he jumped off and went behind a chair to hide. By this time, the food was horrible, but I didn't care! An hour later, he came back. Confidently this time, he did the same, straight up in my lap for a stroke session. He eventually fell asleep on my belly and right arm around midnight! When we went to bed, I was knackered, and desperate for the loo – and he was back under the sofa. Since then, if I sit down, he comes out, and jumps up for a stroke. He will eat a bit during the day – he is getting through a tin of tuna a day plus biscuits (with a little bisolvon powder for his cold) and is starting to play. His cold is almost gone, just a little snotty, but we won't take him back to the vet unless it hasn't cleared up by next week – don't want to undo the distance he has come so far by scaring him if it isn't needed. At this rate, I expect him to make the next entry in the traditional cat way: sitting on the keyboard. Next two milestones: get him off tuna and onto a better balanced cat food diet, then we shall see about letting him into the back garden in a couple of weeks. We are going to need a new supply of cat toys though: they last him about 10 minutes per, before being reduced to component parts... By request: Bill the Cat (SFW)[^] [edit]Added picture - OriginalGriff[/edit]
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resist
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Cats don't like to drink, and can cope with a lot of dehydration. Even so, an exclusively dry diet can cause problems. Our previous cat started to have problems pooing and the beginnings of kidney problems after a month on a dry diet. I agree, tuna is way to expensive for the cat, but since he didn't eat at all for the first four days, then only a little tiny bit, he is on tuna for the moment because he is eating it! And he doesn't notice the Bisolvon powder mixed in... :laugh: Moving him to cat food is on the list, by slowly increasing the cat food / tuna ration from 0:100 to 100:0 over the course of a week starting pretty soon! And yes, I do know a tuna-only diet is not good for him in the long run, he does get some biscuits with it to help with dietary proteins and so forth.
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
Caviar is much more nourishing, so you obviously hate the poor creature.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Ah yes! "Died of acne, or hitting a cactus at 140" :laugh: Our cat is not now, nor (to the best of out knowledge) has ever been, a Communist spy. Is that still going? I haven't seen any since the "Billy and the Boingers Bootleg" collection.
Real men don't use instructions. They are only the manufacturers opinion on how to put the thing together. Manfred R. Bihy: "Looks as if OP is learning resistant."
