tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post1700251479512167373..comments2023-10-23T14:34:58.661-06:00Comments on Truth is Stranger than Fiction: The Passing of Man's Best FriendPops on the Ridgetophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13024459481649663089noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post-625920663201602162010-02-12T07:36:59.466-07:002010-02-12T07:36:59.466-07:00HUH?!HUH?!janishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14288786289601197361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post-58626700973903326042010-02-08T19:51:29.640-07:002010-02-08T19:51:29.640-07:00REMEMBER ME....
THIS IS YOUR SISTER'S (IN IOWA...REMEMBER ME....<br />THIS IS YOUR SISTER'S (IN IOWA) BF. I AM SOO VERY SORRY TO HEAR OF THE DEATH OF YOUR KITTY. AS A CAT LOVER MYSELF...I TRULY UNDERSTAND ALL YOUR COMMENTS AND FEEL YOUR SORROW. I LOST MY BEST KITTY, MAX IN JANUARY OF 2009 AND I AM STILL GRIEVING...I JOINED "CATCHANNEL.COM" AND I SPEND A LOT TIME BLOGGING TO OTHER CAT LOVERS. THAT HELPS AN AWFUL LOT. I NOW HAVE 3 NEW KITTIES AND THEY ARE AGAIN SPECIAL TO ME. <br />IT WILL GET EASIER...BE AT PEACE...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post-78274519074114456482010-02-08T19:01:42.918-07:002010-02-08T19:01:42.918-07:00oh, I remember what a pipe cleaner was!
Janis (the...oh, I remember what a pipe cleaner was!<br />Janis (the other anonymous) brought up the "trick" that we used to make George do. if I rubbed his back right above his tail, he'd bite his front foreleg. There must have been a direct nerve connection from his butt to his leg because that trick NEVER failed!<br />he was a whacky cat for sure!Pops on the Ridgetophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13024459481649663089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post-56162041928319021552010-02-08T12:43:11.807-07:002010-02-08T12:43:11.807-07:00Very sorry. All of us pet lovers have been there. ...Very sorry. All of us pet lovers have been there. It's part of the deal when you take on a dog or cat - you know most likely you're going to see them go...Anon reminded me of Sheba, a beloved gray striped tabby my family accomodated. Sometime around my freshman year at NU we learned to fetch. Can't remember how it started, but here's how it worked: Our house had a short set of carpeted stairs from the first floor down to the basement rec room. I would wind a pipe cleaner (google it) around my finger to make a bouncy sort of a spring form. Sheba and I would be at the top of the stairs. I would toss the pipe cleaner down the stairs and Sheba would rush down, catch the thing, grasp it in her jaws, look up at me and then climb the stairs and lay it down in front of me. Repeat...repeat...<br />SheriffAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740686499804567848.post-91837473722834465522010-02-08T07:42:43.527-07:002010-02-08T07:42:43.527-07:00aww man...poor starbuck! i hope he went peacefull...aww man...poor starbuck! i hope he went peacefully. i'm so sorry, bro, i know you and marcia will miss him a lot. <br /><br />this brought back so many memories (and yes, you made me teary at work again):<br /><br />"new ajax (boom boom) the blue dot cleanser"<br /><br />"bit your arm george!"<br /><br />george was just a hassock with 2 inch legs!<br /><br />actually, my little girl kitty, spook, fetches. i don't know if i taught her to fetch, or if she taught me to throw. she will bat the object around and then pick it up in her mouth and drop it at my feet. and won't leave me alone until i throw it again.<br /><br />and i'm all the way with you about dogs. YUCK!<br /><br />again, so sorry, and many hugs to you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com