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Called what?Goldie wrote:She was a 21lb, HUGE black kitty, named Pee-Pot!
Is there a story behind that name?Also, what is Humbo wearing? And why?
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Dogs are cruel, Cats are cool
This is my last Mog. She was called Jess and was put down three years ago at the age of sixteen, which was good going.
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She was a happy old lady who had a wonderful life away from any main roads and with woodland to roam. She had a sloping garage roof to sleep on in the summer which exactly faced the noonday sun so her black fur gradually turned red. In the winter she could come and go from the utility room where her bed was beside the radiator.
Jess was the first cat we owned who lived out her natural life span. When she was put to sleep she was suffering from cancer of the liver and had only hours left to live.
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She was a happy old lady who had a wonderful life away from any main roads and with woodland to roam. She had a sloping garage roof to sleep on in the summer which exactly faced the noonday sun so her black fur gradually turned red. In the winter she could come and go from the utility room where her bed was beside the radiator.
Jess was the first cat we owned who lived out her natural life span. When she was put to sleep she was suffering from cancer of the liver and had only hours left to live.
I've always been a cat person. I like their independence. They can go to the bathroom without waking you up (major points there), if they need food or water they just say so and are generally well-behaved.
We have also added a tortoise which is now 8 years old and about 25 pounds and a rabbit who is about a year old (the previous bunny lived 3 years). These are my children's pets. I was really quite surprised at how nice a rabbit was for a pet. Very much like a cat so long as you mind your electrical cords.
We have also added a tortoise which is now 8 years old and about 25 pounds and a rabbit who is about a year old (the previous bunny lived 3 years). These are my children's pets. I was really quite surprised at how nice a rabbit was for a pet. Very much like a cat so long as you mind your electrical cords.
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He's a dwarf rabbit. You'd be hard pressed to get appetizer for one out of him. He's also become quite the ornery bunny. Yesterday he escaped to the basement and gave my oldest daughter the run around - after knocking over the cat's water and food dishes. When she caught him and brought him upstairs to his cage he wiggled out of her hands and ran back downstairs so she had to do the chase all over again. LOL
The previous rabbit was afraid to go down the steps. This little guy isn't afraid of anything.
The previous rabbit was afraid to go down the steps. This little guy isn't afraid of anything.
I have nothing whatever to contribute to this thread except a collection of mildly entertaining sayings I have found:
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous
"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." --Jeff Valdez
"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats." --English proverb
"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." --Ellen Perry Berkeley
"One cat just leads to another." --Ernest Hemingway
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." --Mary Bly
"Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia." --Joseph Wood Krutch
"People that hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life." --Faith Resnick
"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats." --Anonymous
"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior." --Hippolyte Taine
"No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me." --Unknown
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." --Albert Schweitzer
"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart." --Ernest Menaul
"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God." --Anonymous
"Time spent with cats is never wasted." --Colette
"Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well." --Missy Dizick
"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." --Colonial American proverb
"Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want." --Joseph Wood Krutch
"I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic." --Anonymous
"My husband said it was him or the cat... I miss him sometimes." --Anonymous
"Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit." --Anonymous
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous
"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." --Jeff Valdez
"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats." --English proverb
"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." --Ellen Perry Berkeley
"One cat just leads to another." --Ernest Hemingway
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." --Mary Bly
"Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia." --Joseph Wood Krutch
"People that hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life." --Faith Resnick
"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats." --Anonymous
"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior." --Hippolyte Taine
"No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me." --Unknown
"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." --Albert Schweitzer
"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart." --Ernest Menaul
"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God." --Anonymous
"Time spent with cats is never wasted." --Colette
"Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well." --Missy Dizick
"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." --Colonial American proverb
"Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want." --Joseph Wood Krutch
"I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic." --Anonymous
"My husband said it was him or the cat... I miss him sometimes." --Anonymous
"Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit." --Anonymous
I was sent this as an email some time ago. It made me laugh.
As seen in a dog's diary
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
Noon Oh boy! The yard! My favourite!
2 pm Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mum! My favourite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite!
8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favourite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favourite!
As seen in a cat's diary
Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction that I get from clawing their furniture.
Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. I must remember to try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, that did not work according to plan
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies". I must learn what this is and how I may use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkeys and maybe snitches.
The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I have patience, I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
As seen in a dog's diary
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
Noon Oh boy! The yard! My favourite!
2 pm Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mum! My favourite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite!
8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favourite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favourite!
As seen in a cat's diary
Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction that I get from clawing their furniture.
Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. I must remember to try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, that did not work according to plan
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies". I must learn what this is and how I may use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkeys and maybe snitches.
The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I have patience, I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
Lewist.
As seen in a cat's diary
Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction that I get from clawing their furniture.
Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.
I can't follow that at this time of night. Abstinence Makes the Church Grow Fondlers.
This thread rocks! Thanks for the kind comments about my Darroch, for the lovely pics and the humour.
For those that haven't seen it, I'll post here one of my favourite videos:
Tortoise torments Cat
For those that haven't seen it, I'll post here one of my favourite videos:
Tortoise torments Cat
Because Maria asked...
No...Pee-pot was some form of VERY bastardized Swede for kitty-cat. It's just what he (my hubby) called her, and it stuck! People THOUGHT it was Pea Pod...THAT would have been more fitting!:laughter:
I didn't used to believe in dog clothes either...
Humbo wears sweaters because...although Shih-tzus are full of hair...it is like HUMAN hair...no undercoat. (They hardly shed. They lose about as much hair, daily, as we do. They were bred as INDOOR, companion animals and get cold. Ever since I got sick and decided not to show him, I have kept him clipped pretty short and he gets cold.
Honestly, he LOVES his clothes and BEGS to have them put on. It is only in the dead heat of summer that he runs around nekkid! Even at night, in summer,he sometimes needs his sweater.
He also has a winter coat for walks...and a life jacket that he wears on rafting trips.
He loves it after a bath...when he puts on a new sweater. He struts around like he's "Mr. Miami Beach" or something!
He SUCH a little man!
No...Pee-pot was some form of VERY bastardized Swede for kitty-cat. It's just what he (my hubby) called her, and it stuck! People THOUGHT it was Pea Pod...THAT would have been more fitting!:laughter:
I didn't used to believe in dog clothes either...
Humbo wears sweaters because...although Shih-tzus are full of hair...it is like HUMAN hair...no undercoat. (They hardly shed. They lose about as much hair, daily, as we do. They were bred as INDOOR, companion animals and get cold. Ever since I got sick and decided not to show him, I have kept him clipped pretty short and he gets cold.
Honestly, he LOVES his clothes and BEGS to have them put on. It is only in the dead heat of summer that he runs around nekkid! Even at night, in summer,he sometimes needs his sweater.
He also has a winter coat for walks...and a life jacket that he wears on rafting trips.
He loves it after a bath...when he puts on a new sweater. He struts around like he's "Mr. Miami Beach" or something!
He SUCH a little man!
I saw a wino eating grapes. I said,"Dude, you have to wait." Mitch Hedberg
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This is Bruno
We think he is part Border Terrier, part Corgi, making him A Borgi.
Resistance is futile..
This is Bruno
We think he is part Border Terrier, part Corgi, making him A Borgi.
Resistance is futile..
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