…I sure will miss you, pal. And if there is indeed a Kitty Heaven, I’m sure you’re up there right now—cranked on ‘nip with your teeth sunk deep into some presumptuous rodent who never even saw you coming…*
…I sure will miss you, pal. And if there is indeed a Kitty Heaven, I’m sure you’re up there right now—cranked on ‘nip with your teeth sunk deep into some presumptuous rodent who never even saw you coming…*
bingo
Loves to eat them mousies,
Mousies what I loves to eat,
Bites they little heads off,
Nibbles at they tiny feet.
Just a reminder from experience: If you own a septic system, do NOT flush dead cats down the toilet. That is all.
bingo
Nicely said, Jeff. I’m not a huge cat lover but losing a family pet is always a bummer.
Even so,
it’s hard to feel bad
considering that dogs have masters
and cats have staff.
oh, now i’m going to cry again.
turing word: kind, i knew you could be.
An event I’d wish on no one
‘cause it just plain sucks.
Edloe RIP.
Spame buster: hair, as in hair balls have their uses too.
Hey, I’m a cat person, but man that’s an estrogen fest over there.
Estrogen fest?
I think guys are generally more sentimental than women. Guys set their sights high, but are always thinking about the fish that got away, the promotion they didn’t get, the girl they could’ve laid—sometimes decades after the fact. Women, by comparison, look to the present and immediate future: the windows would look better if they had new drapes, I wish the bum on the couch would get a job, what would improve the horrible conditions at work?
Auld Lang Syne is a guy song. Solitary drinking in bars is a guy thing. Crying with your girlfriend and going out to a club is a girl thing.
Seems to me that Edloe’s getting some of the testosterone treatment as well.
I can not agree with you in 100% regarding some thoughts, but you got good point of view.