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Denisea: Garcia is a dahhhhling!! And a very lucky dahhhling to have you and Keith as mommy and daddy! ![]() |
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toe in water
Join Date: Oct 2003
Location: Dayton, OH
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Rabbit fur mice
Yeah, my "little one" (18 pounds) likes those too. Only I have to get the large version or he would swallow it. He licks it (cleans it) just like a mommy kitty and then he begins to skin it, little by little. Eventually you just have that ugly plastic thing inside with some fur stuck to it. Go figure.
Oh, by the way, I'm talking about those rabbit fur mice. Last edited by Terrie : 06-19-2004 at 10:06 AM. Reason: Does not make sense. |
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Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Austin,Tx.
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and he is soooo bad! just down right naughty! the other day I as cleaning the kitchen after we had spaghetti and there was some on the stove top so he jumps up there to lick it and I yell at him to get down.I walked out of the room and when i came back in he had peed ontop of the stove.Don't know if he hated the spaghetti sauce or if he was mad that i yelled at the top of my lungs at him.He was of course hiding and I did find him and I kicked him out for the rest of the day!
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Class Clown
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Winnipeg, Canada
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As I indicated earlier, I've got cat and dog material in my files till Hell won't have it. Here's a little something I dug up. Scary, eh?
Cats and Buttered Bread GIVEN: When a piece of buttered bread is dropped, it will invariably hit butter side down. When a cat is dropped from a high place, it will consistently land on its feet. QUESTION: What will happen if you attach a buttered piece of bread to a cat’s back, butter side up, and drop it from a window? ANSWER: Even if you are unwilling to conduct the experiment yourself, you should be able to extrapolate the obvious result. The uncompromising Law of Butterology requires that the butter must hit the ground, and the equally stringent Law of Feline Aerodynamics demands that the cat cannot smash its furry back. If the combined construct were to land, nature would have no way to resolve this scientific paradox. Therefore, it simply does not fall. That’s correct...we have discovered the secret of anti-gravity! A buttered cat will, when released, immediately descend to an altitude at which the forces of cat-twisting and butter repulsion are in equilibrium. This equilibrium point can be modified by scraping off some of the butter - thereby providing lift, or removing some of the cat’s limbs - resulting in descent. Most of the civilized species of the Universe already use this principle to drive their space craft while within the gravitational fields of a planetary system. The loud humming reported by most witnesses to UFO sightings is, in reality, the purring of several hundred felines. The one apparent danger lies with the possibility that the cats manage to eat the bread off their backs. If that were to occur, they would instantly plummet to earth. Naturally, the cats would land on their feet, but this wouldn’t likely do them much good, since right after they had accomplished their graceful touch down, several tons of red-hot star ship and pissed off aliens would crash on top of them. |
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Weeziana peep
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Bumper - where in the heck did you get that one....????????
I have learned the hard way - never to leave the butter, or left over pancake syrup on a plate unattended - think butter/syrup paw prints all over your house. In fact no food left on the counters or table is really safe !!!! I do keep a squirt bottle w/ water handy....they hate that..... Greek2me -such a cute little kittie !!!! Nerak- I know what you mean about Cat Toys, no use spending $$$$ on them, just throw a few large paper bags on the floor and some plastic caps off milk cartons....(mine really like Cherios- they dont eat them just bat them around) |
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Location: Body in San Marcos Tx....Tankah in my mind
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Crazy Cat Lady =^.''.^=
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My parents had a part-Maine Coon named Phoof. One holiday while entertaining the relatives, we started out in the living room and then we all ended up in the den (always seemed to happen that way). My parents would always buy a big plate of shrimp for these get-togethers. At some point my mother moved the shrimp tray from the dining room buffet area to the coffee table in the living room where the group had intially gathered. As mentioned, we all gradually moved the celebration into the den. A while later we hear "Phoof!!!! No!!!!!" shouted by Mom from the living room. Phoof had had the greatest feast of his entire life. Polished off probably close to $30-40 worth of large cocktail shrimp, spitting the tails all over the rug, as he sat on the coffee table and helped himself, unattended and unnoticed. (I'm not sure if he dipped them first in the cocktail sauce. Might not have been his brand.) Every holiday after that, the shrimp tray stayed high and dry in non-Phoof territory - on the dining room table. Then there was the day my dad made a roast beef and cheese sandwich and left it on the kitchen table to go to another room for a moment. When he came back, Phoof had lifted off the bread, removed the roast beef, and was happily whoofing down the last of it when dad discovered the crime in progress. Apparently Phoof didn't care for the cheese Dad has selected. |
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Crazy Cat Lady =^.''.^=
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Oh, yes... that's right!!! I forgot that rule. Isn't that Cat Rule#19???? Or perhaps it's higher up in the list..... Another thing Phoof would do to my parents..... In the morning, they had a little open-top metal pitcher to hold the milk they used in their coffee. If no one was paying attention, Phoof would jump up on the table and proceed to dip his bit fat furry paw into the milk pitcher and then lick it off his paw and do it over and over again. Sometimes the only evidence they had that this had taken place was the dribbled milk all over the table that he ineptly left behind..... |
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