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The two newest additions to the family. They popped up mewing their little heads off on our front porch about 2-3 weeks back. Not named yet!
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Cat breed poster...with cartoons. Personally I want one of the big breeds: Maine Coon, Norwegian Forest, or Siberian. Beauties, those are.
I forgot about this thread,
This is my 2 year old golden named Diesel, 85 pounds of spoiled brat
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Not sure he's adjusting well.
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Sorry man, that really sucks.
Never did we expect, when we went to the movies in 2000, that we would be coming home with a new family member. Dad and I (12 at the time) agreed that The Patriot was kind of dumb while my sister (7 or 8) and my mom enjoyed watching The Kid.
When we had entered the theater, we had noticed a little yellow furball wandering around the parking lot like she owned the place. A movie theater security guard was keeping one eye on it so no cars ran over it. When we came out, the kitten was still trotting around.
Dad asked the security guard why he didn't take it to the humane society? The security guard replied that he was afraid if no one picked her up, she would be put down.
Dad turned to us with an "Oh fuck" look on his face. We then put on our best poker faces. Ever since our last dog had passed away, dad had gone on about not owning a stray again (Poor Sam had more health problems than you could shake a stick at).
Despite his own words regarding strays and his complete denial of being a cat-person, my sister and I enjoyed the little kitty running all around the backseat on the way home. Due to her origins, we would joke for years afterward that she must have been living off of popcorn.
Today, 16 years later, the security guard's worst fear came true. The fatal injection was administered. There were no other choices remaining.
Despite his denials of being a cat-person and despite all of us referring to her as my sister's cat, she was really dad's cat. He had saved her at the theater. Every time he walked to the kitchen, she would race out from wherever she had been and would jump atop the table so that he would be forced to give her a rubdown before getting himself a beer.
The end has been coming for about a week. I told her to say hi to dad from us.
We lost a good cat today and another tie to the past. R.I.P. Chloe.
Pawvel Dogsyuk.
Never did we expect, when we went to the movies in 2000, that we would be coming home with a new family member. Dad and I (12 at the time) agreed that The Patriot was kind of dumb while my sister (7 or 8) and my mom enjoyed watching The Kid.
When we had entered the theater, we had noticed a little yellow furball wandering around the parking lot like she owned the place. A movie theater security guard was keeping one eye on it so no cars ran over it. When we came out, the kitten was still trotting around.
Dad asked the security guard why he didn't take it to the humane society? The security guard replied that he was afraid if no one picked her up, she would be put down.
Dad turned to us with an "Oh fuck" look on his face. We then put on our best poker faces. Ever since our last dog had passed away, dad had gone on about not owning a stray again (Poor Sam had more health problems than you could shake a stick at).
Despite his own words regarding strays and his complete denial of being a cat-person, my sister and I enjoyed the little kitty running all around the backseat on the way home. Due to her origins, we would joke for years afterward that she must have been living off of popcorn.
Today, 16 years later, the security guard's worst fear came true. The fatal injection was administered. There were no other choices remaining.
Despite his denials of being a cat-person and despite all of us referring to her as my sister's cat, she was really dad's cat. He had saved her at the theater. Every time he walked to the kitchen, she would race out from wherever she had been and would jump atop the table so that he would be forced to give her a rubdown before getting himself a beer.
The end has been coming for about a week. I told her to say hi to dad from us.
We lost a good cat today and another tie to the past. R.I.P. Chloe.