6 Replies to “things do not bode well for our intrepid mouse explorer”
As someone that used to think that cats were only appropriate for Chinese cuisine, I understand how difficult it must be to endure such a separation. My animals keep me sane (occasionally insane), and help to keep my priorities straight. Hopefully, Betty sends pictures via email to keep you connected. Maybe she can even send you globs of cat hair to spread around your temporary quarters. Rest assured though that they miss you as much as you miss them.
BTW, my feline attitudes changed when I rescued an eight-week old kitten from a dumpster at a fast food restaurant. He successfully wormed his way into my heart, such that life without him would be pretty empty.
Christine
Ha ha, the expression on your cat’s face is priceless; I can’t look at it without cracking up! “Who dares disturb me from my slumber?!” The mouse looks quite cute too, so I’m hoping the above encounter didn’t turn nasty. Like christinesus, I used to have a thing against cats (due, of all things, to their frequent portrayal in cartoons as evil), but thankfully got over that (being given one for a Christmas present probably helped a lot there). I’ve had a few in my life: the aforementioned one I was given, a neighbour’s one who spent so much time at me and my family’s place he effectively became ours, and the one I have now, a rather psychotic tortoiseshell. Fancy finding a kitten in a dumpster, though! I wonder if he fell in, or if some creep tossed him in there instead. As for worming their way into people’s hearts, yep, they’ll do that.
She’s such a cute little goober. Asleep on a pillow next to me as I write these words.
I love cats.
I love it when Ziggy lies on his back or side and curls his paws like that. It’s so damn adorable!
Someone dumped the whole family. He was the only one who didn’t get killed by cars. I was sitting on the side of the curb eating my lunch, and he came bounding out of the dumpster looking for something to eat. When I got up to leave, he bounded after me, crying. I couldn’t leave him to die, so I spent two hours trying to capture him. Finally grabbed him, and brought him home in a tomato box. He thanked me by sinking his teeth into my hand. I forgave him for that one.
I can’t save the whole world, but I saved one life that day. Chock up one in the wins column. He’s a yellow tiger just like the one in the picture.
(wow do i miss the little orange kid.)
As someone that used to think that cats were only appropriate for Chinese cuisine, I understand how difficult it must be to endure such a separation. My animals keep me sane (occasionally insane), and help to keep my priorities straight. Hopefully, Betty sends pictures via email to keep you connected. Maybe she can even send you globs of cat hair to spread around your temporary quarters. Rest assured though that they miss you as much as you miss them.
BTW, my feline attitudes changed when I rescued an eight-week old kitten from a dumpster at a fast food restaurant. He successfully wormed his way into my heart, such that life without him would be pretty empty.
Christine
Ha ha, the expression on your cat’s face is priceless; I can’t look at it without cracking up! “Who dares disturb me from my slumber?!” The mouse looks quite cute too, so I’m hoping the above encounter didn’t turn nasty. Like christinesus, I used to have a thing against cats (due, of all things, to their frequent portrayal in cartoons as evil), but thankfully got over that (being given one for a Christmas present probably helped a lot there). I’ve had a few in my life: the aforementioned one I was given, a neighbour’s one who spent so much time at me and my family’s place he effectively became ours, and the one I have now, a rather psychotic tortoiseshell. Fancy finding a kitten in a dumpster, though! I wonder if he fell in, or if some creep tossed him in there instead. As for worming their way into people’s hearts, yep, they’ll do that.
She’s such a cute little goober. Asleep on a pillow next to me as I write these words.
I love cats.
I love it when Ziggy lies on his back or side and curls his paws like that. It’s so damn adorable!
Someone dumped the whole family. He was the only one who didn’t get killed by cars. I was sitting on the side of the curb eating my lunch, and he came bounding out of the dumpster looking for something to eat. When I got up to leave, he bounded after me, crying. I couldn’t leave him to die, so I spent two hours trying to capture him. Finally grabbed him, and brought him home in a tomato box. He thanked me by sinking his teeth into my hand. I forgave him for that one.
I can’t save the whole world, but I saved one life that day. Chock up one in the wins column. He’s a yellow tiger just like the one in the picture.
Ah, so Orangie stayed behind in NYC?