(Old) About your favorite pet in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I saw a video a little while ago, probably from a shelter, where they opened the door of a catio and probably a dozen or more black cats came pouring meowing out.

Solid black. Nearly all the same eye color.

My first thought was, “None of them looks ezzactly like Monkey.”

When he walks, his extra thumbs make it look like he has mittens.
After 30 years in the Bible Belt, I moved to the Mitten State, and wound up obtaining a mitten cat. :slight_smile:

Even better?

He’s not really solid black.

There are single individual white hairs scattered very faintly all over him, from ears to tail.

So viewed at the right angle and in the right lighting, his entire body looks like a clear, starry night.

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The plan was to buy a house in Seattle and telecommute from there to BMCRA. But I couldn’t find one in my budget. My best fiend had a house in Birch Bay, and he wanted to sell it. It was within my budget, so I bought it. Just as escrow was about to close, I got laid off in one of BMCRA’s frequent purges. I couldn’t afford my apartment in L.A. and a house in Washington, so I moved up. Mrs. L.A. moved in with me in 2010, and we got married in 2015.

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Thanks. That’s interesting!

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Daughter now has all the paperwork we need to provide - she just needs to get her proof of insurance. And on Firday, it will be done.

swampy - FCD is one of those who drifts lanes sometimes. But his Santa Cruz beeps at him when he does stuff like that. So with luck, he won’t sideswipe anyone.

Got stuck between 2 accidents on my way home. There was one southbound across the street from the entrance to BIL’a apartment. Lucky for me, I was going north. Except about a mile north in the northbound lanes, a vehicle apparently hit something while turning into the college parking lot. Eventually, the sheriff got northbound traffic moving around the wreck and I got home without further incident. Not a good day on MD5 in Leonardtown.

Supper has been ingested. Chillage ensues.

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Jtc, my stretch the super d duper would knock the toilet lid askew and splash like a nut. He loved splashing in water. I used duct tape, with a bit folded so I could peel it off and on. I believe there are child proof things. The tape worked and was very fast for a toilet emergency.

Each cat was a favourite for a different reason.

Winken the wonderful lived up to her name. She was wonderful and stole my heart when she touched my toe. She would snuggle into your neck and shoulder when you picked her up.

Nod the naughty was a fighter. She had an abscess on her side at about 10 days old. My mum brought her in the house as she was yelling her little head off in the back alley. I found the abscess when I was cleaning her up after she crawled all over the food dish. She was a persistent and defiant little girl, she was about 7ish pounds with long legs. I would call her a cat model.

Malenka the miraculous was about 3 days old when we found her in the backyard. Our neighbour trapped and took her mother to a shelter not knowing she had a kitten. The mother was not in good shape, and I ended up bottle feeding and raising malenka. She had tummy troubles all her short life. She had a way of sitting up on her hind legs and waving her paws at you. She would point at the faucet when she wanted water. She would point at things she wanted. She looked like a wizard casting a spell. She was a cuddly girl that would wrap her legs around your arm and squeeze until she would shake from the effort.

Stretch the super d duper. He was a ch kitty. He did not let it stop him from trying to do anything. Once koritza came into the home he would try to do everything she would. He did take some spills and falls but would bounce right back up. Once he had something in his little head it was very difficult to distract him. He was the only cat I chose. He was the chosen one. He had the most adorable meep.

Koritza the klimber. Ah, my good girl. She is the closest in personality to winken, just not as cuddly. She is the red tabby in the picture by my name. And wow, what a climber! She just loves drop ceilings. She is the most acrobatic and graceful. Such a good girl.

Lager the lovey dovey. He is the cuddliest of all. He loves to be held, and cuddled. Food and cuddles are his whole life. He is food aggressive and motivated. The only thing that distracts him from food would be a hug. He is known far and wide as he has a bigger than life personality. He is a wicked smart 2 year old in a cat suit. A very big talker. He would not last in “a quiet place”. He has an extensive vocabulary and has been on the local news!

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To counteract the pizza we had the last two nights, today I’m making Trader Joe’s Salmon Pinwheels, and creamed spinach with feta. [Full disclosure: I like fish better than pizza.] Normally I avoid farmed salmon, but TJ’s farmed salmon is good. (Normally I get their frozen wild-caught filets.) I’m trying to cook the fish in the toaster oven, rather than heat the regular oven up to 400ºF.

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Those look amazing! I’m gonna try them!

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They’re very tasty. We have them more often than the Costco salmon w/garlic butter pesto.

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And a good early evening to all. Got all 4-S’s done, shopping required a couple of stops (milk at Public didn’t have a long enough expiration date for my tastes) but got everything I needed (trying Cosmic Crisp apples this week). Then managed to do a complete mile in the pool (1,800 yards) without stopping for a break, which I am moderately proud of, and then after some whirlpool time did another 30 minutes to get to my 1.5 miles. So hopefully will sleep well tonight. Used some internal cleaning stuff for both the dishwasher and clothes washer, apparently they have done good, but how does one tell? Will head out to Whataburger for the usual Moanday calorie blow-out (Moandays are the only day I eat out for both meals, and surprise, they are also the days I usually bust my calorie counter). The slothage and internettin’ will keep the evening going.

Love all the pet stories and pictures.

Pilot, glad the eye is doing better.

shoe, hopefully instructions and help from red will solve the Sim Card issue. I can remember watching the Verizon guy doing it, I think I could do it myself but really don’t want to have to try. And looking at Monkey’s picture, those aren’t claws their talons!! Definitely needs a clip job…

talkie, get feeling better soon, brains are still there, they are just rebooting.

doggio, Spot looks quite a bit like Gordie… :wink:

Yanker, that’s one impressive-looking RV. Glad to hear the PT is doing good things.

wet one, glad the tornadoes gave your place a pass, and that power was restored fairly quickly.

flyboy, sounds like you have a plan. And nice story of you and wife-to-be, she still married you, huh?

Nettie, glad to hear Buddy is doing better; is he still on the meds?

JtC, that is a bit puzzling (the water bill). I have to assume your sewage is going somewhere, so hopefully someone will take responsibility for it.

swampy, glad the fender-bender (or perhaps side-scraper) was minor and things are getting insuranced promptly.

Well, time for my Double-Meat Whataburger with large fries (1,500 delicious calories). Have a good evening all.

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My favorote pet was my beautiful orange female tabby ( I saw her being born!) named Pixel.
I would want no other pet than a cat.
Today.
I woke up feeling healthy! Its been a week since my Leep and I just felt healthier all of a sudden. Not walking bowlegged anymore.
Bad news- the place still, after 2 weeks, has not responded to my many calls for a letter. I cannot force them.
Housing doesn’t care-thats the Rule. No letter, my rent goes up to 500 and I have no income, so I would be homeless.
Strict rules.

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I think she was desperate.

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Yep. About another week of the antibiotic (1x/day), about 10 days left (2x/day) on the current steroid dose (doctor wants to see him after he’s been on that for 14 days to discuss tapering him off it).

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They aren’t unheard-of, but they are rare. And beautiful.

Brainstorming here, but there has to be a way where you show that you’re requesting the letter you need, while proving that they’re denying/ignoring the process.

That should satisfy the requirements.

Certified request, perhaps?

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Hubs thinks our quilted bedspread was left on the floor and then thrown out. That makes me sad, it was a very nice bedspread and our bedroom was decorated in those colors.

It is probably for the best, though, our new bedroom needs new colors.

Now that all of our wet areas are tile instead of laminate, we aren’t as worried about water on the floor (with the exception of it being a slip hazard) as we are him drinking terlit water. We don’t let our cats drink tap water out of their fountain, we certainly don’t want him drinking icky terlit water.

We now have the check for the old house. Tomorrow we will be dealing with that (instead of doing everything online like we were in the 21st century or something) and then going to Nitro to look for kitty trees.

Bella deserves something nice and new that she can feel safe using and Hubs wants one by the window in his room. There’s a PetSmart with an adoption center in St. Albans which is just down the road, so we will probably go and see if Bella is there. Hubs doesn’t want to bring a carrier because that would mean that we have to come home with a new cat so chances are that we will end up buying on there as well.

I remember they used to sell cardboard cat carriers, if we find Bella or Fella, they will only spend an hour in it so probably wouldn’t be able to shred it that fast. Or not. Freeloader (little void drama queen) chewed her way out of one in less than 10 minutes on the way home from her spay, so there is that.

We texted the realtor who sold us this place but she hasn’t gotten back to us yet. We are guessing that we do indeed have another septic tank and think that it is probably pretty ancient. Hubs says septic tanks out here work better than the ones in the desert and getting them pumped isn’t a thing. I think that it is good that there is Best Western about 10 miles down the road.

The rental recliner is finally gone so I will be able to start unpacking my room once Hubs puts the bed together. We bought that bed so we would have something to sleep on until our stuff was delivered, but I don’t think I really want it anymore.

I had a full bed in my room when VBC was alive and GG and her would hang out on the bed and cuddle/play/sleep/groom for hours while I stitched or internetted. All I had to do was reach back to touch fur.

GG and VBC had a very special relationship despite her being 10 years old when we brought GG home.

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It would be too much to hope that Bella and GG will become conjoined as well, so I don’t think I really need a full sized bed when an armchair would do.

It still needs to be put together so we can take pics and put it on the area MP for free. Unless our housekeeper wants it, I should text her now.

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No SIM card in the mail yet. If the damn thing doesn’t show up, it’ll - somehow - be my fault. Again.

I gotta open → close again tomorrow, and we’re losing one of our best workers in a few weeks. I quietly said to S.M. the other night, cuz it was part of a funny story (remind me!) I didn’t know he had put in notice and haz a sad, and she was like, “You have no idea.”

Ugh, wanna guess how many old entitled assholes are gonna go, “Hur, you so busy, why? nobody wanna work!”
“You wanna job?”
“Here? Hell, no.”
Me: { angry face }
{ rolleyes }
{ obtains food with gritted smile }

I have made an executive decision to try a Butter Burger from Culver’s. It’s 10 minutes away, and I have so far put on boxer shorts & a tank top.

I may bestir myself amongst the unwashed masses!

What kind of heathen barbarian throws away a quilt?

At minimum, use that to wrap things being packed!

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That sort of thing just ticks me off. While there was a time when the last president paid people 60g a year to not work, those days are gone and post world end inflation has hit. People do want to work and they are indeed working. They just don’t want to work where they have to deal with entitled assholes anymore. Grrrr.

Our housekeeper gets twenty-five an hour and tells us when she is available. She has four houses she cleans already and needs to work around them and her family. We are grateful to have her so of course work around her schedule. That she would rather clean our toilets than work the drive-thru at Wendy’s says a whole lot about corporate america nowadays.

Just because I haven’t killed him in almost 40 years doesn’t mean that murder is off the table yet.

Our housekeeper is married to a county sheriff. I am teaching his wife to do needlepoint and they are going to come over and take the bed. I’ll bet he’d put a good word in for me…

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So it was the battery, but after 90 minutes of being out in 100 degree heat, I have a new Diehard. Bruce Willis will be pleased. Spot made sure I wasn’t too cold by sleeping on my head during naptime. But now it’s cheeseburger and Old Fashioned time.

Yeah, that’s what happened to Gordie. F cancer.

Gordie would have loved you too. Once he figured out you weren’t just 3 Invisible Mole People in a faaaabulous bear suit.


“Wait, not only can I have thumbs, but I can thumbs on thumbs?” - Spot

Counterpoint: A pet isn’t gonna run up a Visa bill buying shoes, or drink all your gin(the last part is very important). :wink:

I’m sure she’ll be up for the head smacking, though. :smiley:

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@metalmouse, I guess I wasn’t clear. The power went off at 10pm Sunday and came back at noon on Monday. I am once again sitting in the powder room because the tornado siren is going off.

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I haven’t had a good battery since my Diehard. Unfortunately, there are no Sears anymore.

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Happy Moonday!

So, you want me to write a book, FCM?

All of them were my favorites, I think.
Or as I once told a friend, they each have something special, and they each have something that makes me want to wring their neck.

Ripple was special though, and I still miss him. We had a bond; he was MY dog. Echo is everybody’s dog.
I had a dog years ago named Yasmine; she was also MY dog. Nobody else could feed her, and there were only a few people who could pet her. She was the brattiest puppy I ever had; her nickname was You’reGonnaDieDog. On nice days I would leave the door open so the dogs could run in and out. She’d be running in the yard, playing with the others, stop to come in the house and pee on the floor right in front of me. When I’d shake my finger at her to scold her, she’d jump up and bite my finger, then give a flip of her tail and run back out with the other dogs.
As an adult, she’d growl at the alarm clock every morning. When I left the house for irk, she’d follow me to the gate, and then take my hand in her mouth and gently pull me back to the house. I called her my hippie, dippy dog. I’m sure she’d have smoked a lot of weed had she been human.

Folly was the best for going places. I could take her anywhere; she was always well behaved and never needed a leash. She was small, part sheltie, but she loved a good trail ride and could keep up with a galloping horse. The only thing on the farm she ever chased was the geese, and they were bigger than she was. She didn’t want to catch them, she liked hearing them hank and flap their wings. Her name was fun to play with and we could Folly Wolly Doodle all the day, or even better, Deck the Halls with Bowels of Folly.

There’s so many though, Charlie, Rusty, Troy, Chauncey, Loki, Sonja, Rex, Monty, Fester, Maggie, Rex, Charles, Mackie, Rocky, Sheba. Many of them strays dropped off in my yard with a note attached to their collar. Lady and Trixie from my childhood, and Babe, an ex-bf’s dog who may as well been mine.
Each was special in their own way.
Each a PITA in some way.

Then there were the cats, the birds, the rabbits, and the horse.
There was a time when I had a zoo, but it got to be too much.
Especially one night when the birds got out of their cages and they birds were flying around the house, and the cats were chasing the birds and the dogs were chasing the cats, at 3 in the am, and furniture was being knocked over and the house was chaos, and I was running around catching what I could while my bf was laughing so hard, he couldn’t stand up.

Or the time I opened the door in the morning to find all the baby rabbits (7) had escaped from the hutch. Yasmine took one look, looked back at the other dogs and screamed LUNCH TIME! I was outside at 6am, in my shortie nightgown, chasing dogs and rabbits through the yard. Much to the amusement of my neighbors. Did you know rabbits can scream? Yes, they can. Loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Five dogs and seven rabbits, got them all under control, and the dogs were most disappointed that there was no lunch. They did help me round up the last bunny, good dogs that they were.

I’ll stick to just one or two species at a time now.
My son is lucky I am too old for this and we don’t have a big yard. I’d love to have a goat, and some peacocks.
Some chickens - fresh eggs are nice.
Donkeys are nice, and maybe a llama.
Zoo is in my blood, but not in my back and knees.
One of my friends in Oregon just got peacocks. I’m so jealous.

I don’t miss the turtle though. I found a turtle in a puddle in a friend’s driveway. A baby snapping turtle. Did you know snapping turtles can jump? Well, they can, and they are very aggressive. Every time I walked past his bowl he tried to jump out at me.
I didn’t keep him long.

LOL, you’ll never ask me about pets again.