Oh, well, then Ben will probably cower and hide behind me instead of herding. His main herding technique involves invoking guilt: he herds mr. emilyforce and me by standing at the doorways of the respective rooms we’re in and whimpering until we go where he wants us to go, which is usually to bed already as it is Past Puppies’ Bedtime. Or at least just into the same room together. He does not approve of his flock being spread out all over the house.
How’re those allergies doin’ today, Satisfying Andy Licious? Can I bring over our cats yet? I think they’ve already licked most of their own dander off so HERE, why don’t you hold the kitten? (shove) He’s rillyrillyrilly cute! Seeeeeee?
Maybe fizzygoodmakefeelnice is on a Wild Turkey binge tonight. Although her posts don’t SEEM to be the products of drunkenness… maybe she’s just eating a lot of wild turkey.
Awwww, idnt he a cute iddly cuddly-wuddly. You know, I like cats and I’m not allergic to all of them. I just never know in advance which ones will set me off. Now maybe this cute little kitten here won’t do anything to my …
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I hereby decree that this is solely your thread and can belong to no others and that all posters here are merely interlopers… as if my word counts for anything.
Thank you. This is now a thread just for me. Well, me and Happy, EddyTeddyFreddy, leechbabe, Blonde, NoClueBoy, 30 horses, a pony, a goat, a mini mare (from Austin Powers?) A mini donkey named Dudley. Beady-looking, creepy-eyed guinea hens. Emilyforce, Mikie, Monstre, Moejuck, 5U1C1D3, fizzygoodmakefeelnice (whose had way too much wild turkey), Krisfer, and you.
Oh, and one hairless cat.
I wonder if Flamsterette_X will post to this thread?
My apologies for that rampant wave of wild turkies last night. It was about 5 in the morning here and I couldn’t sleep and every time I typed it it just got funnier and funnier and funnier…
The creepy-eyed beady-looking guinea hens were clumped together in the driveway last night, when I stopped by the barn of 30 horses, FIVE ponies, THREE goats, one mini mare named Whitney, one mini donkey named Dudley, two rabbits up at the owner’s house, assorted cats, and the raccoon that raids the grainroom. The wild turkey, named Tommie Girl, is still, alas, dead. An ex-turkey. Pining for the fjords of Massachusetts.