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| Gawd Help me....... | 12 Dec 2004 04:46 GMT | 11 |
I think I must be stark raving mad, or at least a bit bonkers!! I have agreed some what reluctantly to kittysit Freya and Gigi's Mum and half sister for 12 months (B&C nana and aunt) while their slave is away oversea's - he, my friend and partner in some of the cats we share is a ...
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| Not a 100% princess | 12 Dec 2004 04:46 GMT | 7 |
I was just thinking of my Misty who's waiting for me at the bridge and recalled one of her somewhat unseemly traits. She was a real princess most of the time and was intelligent, active, and affectionate. She loved to play kitty games.
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| The Thundering Heards | 12 Dec 2004 04:14 GMT | 9 |
Last night I was awakend at about 1 am to a new sound. ...rumble...eumble...rumble...The little ones were running up and down the hall from the front of the apartment to the back at full pelt. It was comical at first but after almost a full hour of it it started to
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| OT First snow!!!!! | 12 Dec 2004 03:50 GMT | 42 |
I'm so excited!!!!!!! Our first snowflakes of the year just began!!!! WOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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| Sick Cat Symptoms...Suggestions Please | 12 Dec 2004 02:39 GMT | 31 |
I hope this is the proper group for maybe some help or shedding some light on my cats condition. About a week and a half ago I noticed our female cat who is roughly 15-16 years old..looked alot thinner..she has not been eating, or eating very
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| New arrival... perhaps... | 12 Dec 2004 02:36 GMT | 4 |
The holiday cards are pouring in! Every morning is spent in anticipation of the postman :) Min (RB)'s foster humans (my father and stepmother) have been catless long enough to show respect to the departed, and have now begun the
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| A pounce with attitude | 12 Dec 2004 02:31 GMT | 6 |
Every night before I turn in I spend a good while playing with Harri, to get her nice and tired out. We usually play "hide-the-mousie" under the sleeping bag, then play some very active feather-wand. Harri is usually good for some really acrobatic leaps and pounces.
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| Christmas at the Rainbow Bridge | 12 Dec 2004 02:31 GMT | 3 |
To Pet Lovers Everywhere ... Merry Christmas to us All! Christmas At The Rainbow Bridge Author Unknown As the midnight hour approaches on Christmas Eve, a tremendous
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| my log-on message | 12 Dec 2004 02:30 GMT | 33 |
When I log onto my email account, I always get a little message - sometimes humorous, sometimes meaningful, sometimes just bizarre. It's from a little program called "fortune" - ie, it's like a Chinese fortune cookie.
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| Just some thoughts... Lynxie's mom | 12 Dec 2004 02:27 GMT | 8 |
Cold, lonely nights. Hunting for meager scraps of food on the streets... Finding a quick fling of love and months later, bearing her kittens... Lynxie's mom raised him well until her tragic encounter with a car, as he was well nourished and healthy (sans-eye infection) when I ...
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| OK, so I'm a Big Baby | 12 Dec 2004 02:21 GMT | 3 |
But I'm sobbing again! You guys are *SO* great, you've made me *SO* happy! As you may know, this is a very hard time of the year for me - as it is for so many, especially the gentle and loving souls here who have been victims in the past.
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| New Kit on the Block | 12 Dec 2004 02:10 GMT | 7 |
My favorite shopping street is blessed by an assortment of charming working cats-- I've told you all about Reggie, the giant orange smurgle-puss, and the adorable Stripey Boys who keep the machinery warm in the photocopy shop. ;)
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| But I don't WANNA!! (OT) | 12 Dec 2004 00:06 GMT | 21 |
ARRGGHHH!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO STUDY FOR FINALS!!!!! *panting* Okay, I'm better now..... I have four reports due tomorrow, three reports due on Thursday, and
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| Amended Clyde Experience | 11 Dec 2004 22:24 GMT | 1 |
It seems that the Clyde episode was different to the saga I thought I understood. Today I talked to Maurice the owner of the garage and woodshed. I guess I was so befuddled by Clyde's return that I got it wrong. It seems the woodshed had nothing to do with it!!
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| Arthur is mad at me | 11 Dec 2004 19:32 GMT | 23 |
My precious little baby boy, Arthur, is mad at me. Now, usually Arthur is such a love. He will crawl up in my lap, and stand up, licking my nose and burying his head in my shoulder. Or, he will stand up and rest his head and paws on my shoulder, purring up a
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