I developed a severe cat allergy in my teens, and to this day, literally can’t go into any house with a cat without starting to sneeze and get watery eyes.
Cats are awesome, and since I can’t get near them these days, I really am enjoying this thread.
Especially the pictures.
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I wrote about this one in my Book, "The Funny Thing About Bladder Cancer."
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The Funny thing About Bladder Cancer
We finally got home with my insides still inside of me.
Sharon helped me into the house and settled me on the
couch. I needed help to even get to my feet and was under
strict orders to not carry anything, so that left it to Sharon to
do everything else. I just sat on the couch watching TV, still
using my hands to delicately hold in my innards at every
deep breath or cough as Sharon spent the rest of the evening
hauling in stuff from the car getting supper and cleaning up
what messes the cats had left.
We'd left the cats with sufficient litter pans, food and
water to hold out for the seven to ten days we'd expected to
be gone. Brandon had come by on his way home on Tuesday
to check on them. He must not have done a head count. One
of them had managed to dart unseen through the door to our
bedroom, which we closed to keep off limits, as we left.
This rotund ball of gray stripped fur goes by the
ridiculous nom de plume Skinny Minnie. It has been many
years since she could fit in her prom dress. I'd taken to
calling her Fatty Patty, however Mrs Sharon nixed that
name. So even as we watch her waddle down the hall, as
wide or tall as she is long, we still call her Skinny Minnie.
It's amazing how she can get that much fat moving so fast so
quickly, but she can. And of course she picked the worst
possible time to do it, dashing unseen through a door that
would remain closed for the next seven days.
As we opened the bedroom door, headed for blessed
slumber, a much more svelte Skinny Minnie zipped between
our legs in a mad dash to the feeder and water dish. It
became quickly obvious that we would not be sleeping in
our bed this night.
Settling down in the guest bedroom, I lay in bed with the
Yorkie puppy Charles and Brenda had returned a few hours
earlier. We had a rug topped with towels on the bed, that was
his bed. Sharon finished her chores and came to bed.
Leaving her and the Yorkie, I went to the bathroom to start
swapping and cleaning the various bags and tubes that
would be my constant companions for the next four or five
weeks. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a distressed, 'Oh
no! BINKY!" I guess there was just too much change and
too much excitement for that little bladder. Sharon had
stepped out of bed for just a second to grab another blanket.
Binky stepped off his bed for some other business. On to the
second guest bedroom, and our third bed for the night. Thus
passed our first evening home.
Originally Posted by Drang
You are correct, it's my inability to type that is maddening...
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Thank you and I, naturally, quite agree.
Russian Blues, to my eyes, have a certain "je ne sais quoi" going for them that you can't find in other cats.
" La rose est sans pourquoi, elle fleurit parce qu’elle fleurit ; Elle n’a souci d’elle-même, ne demande pas si on la voit. » Angelus Silesius
"There are problems in this universe for which there are no answers." Paul Muad'dib
When I blow air in her face, she just looks at me as if I'm weird and just keeps doing whatever she was doing before.
Truth be told, I don't mind the "belly rub kill zone" at all, it's part of how she and I play, and she knows exactly what she's doing. For example, a couple of days ago, I was standing at the kitchen counter by one of her boxes (she is spoiled) and unbeknownst to me she got in it and pinned my bare foot with her paw through a hole she had made in her box. She surprised me enough that I said "oww!" and she withdrew. She still ambushes me from that box but now there is no claw pinning me, just a soft paw.
Box in question:
" La rose est sans pourquoi, elle fleurit parce qu’elle fleurit ; Elle n’a souci d’elle-même, ne demande pas si on la voit. » Angelus Silesius
"There are problems in this universe for which there are no answers." Paul Muad'dib
Try to find a Siberian and be around it for awhile. I'm pretty allergic to a lot of cats, but not at all to the Siberian my mom had.
Although you might need to move the heck out of Florida before you keep one.
https://www.google.com/search?q=sibe...w=1745&bih=888
And, this isn't the meme thread, but what the heck...
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Not another dime.
LL: did you try crating the furry demon for a couple days? I had a problem child cat that HATED to be crated. The last time he misbehaved like you described, I locked him in the crate with just a litter box for a couple hours. By the time he got done playing interior parkour in the crate he figured out he dun fucked up with the peeing all over thing, and changed his ways. Maybe give it a try? I know it sounds mean/cruel, but sometimes you gotta treat an animal like an animal.
Hmmm...Thank you and I, naturally, quite agree.
Russian Blues, to my eyes, have a certain "je ne sais quoi" going for them that you can't find in other cats.
Recovering Gun Store Commando. My Blog: The Clue Meter
“It doesn’t matter what the problem is, the solution is always for us to give the government more money and power, while we eat less meat.”
Glenn Reynolds
Toddler love. This cat is amazingly tolerant.
Holy crap, that cat looks exactly like our extremely tolerant orange and white male.
#RESIST
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