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Furry friends; the flipside - 8/27/2008 6:40:42 PM   
Termyn8or


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Status: offline 		My condolences to all who have lost a pet. I have. As humans though we know that we live longer than they do, so these things are inevitable. As with our deceased human friends, sometimes remembering the good times is enjoyable. Of course for some this may take some time.

So if anyone feels like joining in to bring up some interesting pets they have had, things they did and so forth, whether astounding or funny, I figured I would reserve a space for that here. I'll kick it off with some history of my pets, and even the current pets of a friend of mine. I don't care if it is something like "What this stupid MF did" or what, anything.

Uggie (male cat) was pretty cool, you could play and he wouldn't tear you up, he would not usually bare his claws. Then we got "elected" somehow to take care of this great dane for a time. None of our cats were scared of anything, so Uggie bats the great dane (can't for the life of me remember her name, it was a very short time), in the snout and the dog licks him. He was a kitten at the time and he flipped over like three times from the force of that massive tongue. He immediately came back for more and actually started sleeping at the dog's belly. We were a bit concerned that she would roll over and crush him, but it never happened. And she had one green eye and one blue eye, as expected she was born deaf. We lived upstairs and one time she was out on the porch, and when a visitor came she jumped off the second story porch, no worse for the wear she greeted the visitor in the usual way. He brought her back up.

Of course there was Chip, named such because as a kiiten would always climb up the back of the couch onto my shoulder. "He" got used to it after while and didn't dig in. We never sexed cats, we could tell by their personality, but this time we were dead wrong and Chip proved it by getting pregnant.

Currently my buddy has the most male cat I have ever seen. We are taking to calling him a cdog. He's got a cropped tail and is very aggressive, sometimes his meow actually sounds like a bark. He is almost obnoxious, when he want to be pet, he doesn't take no for an answer, and then not too long ago I am over there sitting on the couch and Bob (because of the tail I guess) jumps up on the arm of the couch. He starts trying to teach ME how to give high five, something his owner taught him. I bet he thinks I was stupid or something.

Same guy now has a German shepherd, and I need no papers to prove it. The other day I was walking up the yard, and Jazz (female) knocked my unopened beer out of my hand and when it fell to the ground, grabbed it and took it to her master. If that ain't proof nothing is. I don't need to see papers.

There is more but I will leave some room for people to get in.

T
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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/27/2008 6:55:01 PM   
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Status: offline 		Great idea for a thread, Term.
 
I have had a large and assorted collection of pets over the years; dogs, cats, birds, fish and rodents.  Some of my friends kept reptiles and amphibians and I would house sit for them on their frequent trips.  It was then that I discovered the joys of sticking my hands into meal worms and chasing escaped crickets in the kitchen.
 
Ever try to catch a 4 foot long iguana on a tile floor, with its tail whipping from side to side?  Throw a towel over its head & body and they stop running.  Plus that is a safer way to pick them up to put them back into their terrarium.  The same couple had a large cockatoo that would escape from its cage and chew through things in their house, like the macrame plant hanger that was positioned directly over the glass end table and the new lamp.  You get the picture...


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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/27/2008 7:46:09 PM   
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Status: offline 		Abby was a black lab cross.  Mother was husky/german shepard cross And her father was a black lab.  As is won't, she took 99% after her father.  But we had about a acre and a half yard, and it was 'her' yard.  She'd chase all the other critters off with the exception of a snake, and those she'd kill.  We never could break her territorialness.

Anyhoos, this cat came in the yard like he owned the place.  Abby sees it, barks, and goes running.  There's several large trees that line the front of the yard.  Cat takes off for the largest of these, the first branch being about head height.  The cat sprints up and out, thinking "Ha!  That'll teach that dumb dog"

The cat lets out the loudest screech and jumps down as it sees 85 lbs of dog barreling down the branch at it.  Abby actually climbed the tree after the cat!  The funniest part was Abby didn't know she was in the tree until she ran out of branch!  And it was clear on her face..."How...in..the hell...did...I...get...up...here!??!"



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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/27/2008 9:25:23 PM   
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Status: offline 		Lol. Yup, dogs actually can climb trees but most of them have to be taught. You need a toy that is their absolute favorite and put it up there. For Tech (male wolf/shepherd) it was beer cans. He loved them. We got him to sit up in the tree and he seemed to enjoy it, with the cars driving down the road incidentally. There were alot of accidents on that street.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/27/2008 11:42:35 PM   
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Status: offline 		I have an 86lb female black lab. she used to sleep in bed with me. her favorite thing to do was put her butt up to my face while i was sleeping and let out a huge stinky fart, then go back and lay down at the foot of the bed. 

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 12:20:22 AM   
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Status: offline 		When I was a kid my little brother and I pestered our mother into getting us one of those Easter chicks they used to sell in Woolworths and the like. My parents were both farm raised so they knew what a chicken needed to live and he grew up to be a fine rooster and a better companion I've rarely had. He had to be kept penned up when I wasn't there since he would go looking for me if he could. He was a clumsy flier and much prefered to run beside me or ride on my shoulder, he lost his balance and would hit me in the face so it wasn't my prefered perch, or on top of my head until he clawed me enough to shoo him off.

Just after getting out of the navy and starting college I was living in a basement apartment and one day went out my back door to find a scrawny cat with a litter of kittens in my doorway. The momma cat had a collar and a address tag. I took her and the kittens in to get warm, spring in chicago isn't balmy, and called the number on the tag. The woman swore she didn't own a cat and certainly hadn't thrown out a cat when it turned up pregnant. In the half hour that took one of the kittens simply up and died. So I bundled them up as warm as I could and took them to a vet. The vet takes them in a works on them for a bit and comes out and tells me they're all too weak and malnourished, another kitten has died. She says the mother shouldn't nurse since she's so weak but the newborns have to be fed with an eye dropper to have a chance and she wants to call animal control and I just couldn't let it happen. So I take momma and the two kittens home. The mother never eats or drinks and dies in about a day. One kitten turns its head from the dropper and spits up more than it swallows. The last scrawny little orange kitten drinks a little and then a little more.By the time she opens her eyes she's the last one and still a little runt. She runs and plays and is with me from that chilly morning in 1992 until 2006. Tigress was fearless of anything as long as it was on the other side of the front door. Anyone approaching the door would have her running to the door hissing and spitting but when I let a guest in she ran and hid. I had a girlfriend for better than two months her never saw anything but her eyes from under a couch. She was always poking her nose where it didn't belong. If I didn't tightly close the bathroom door while I showered she would poke her head around the shower curtain to figure out what I was doing. Which wasn't too bad unless she perched on the tub edge to do it and slipped into the tub. Which resulted in her jumping straight up and latching onto the available surface, the back of my thigh, and hanging on with every claw she had, I've got the most unusual set of scars on my left thing. Any night I slept alone she curled up with me for at least a few hours.

This spring I bought a pedigreed Maine Coone kitten who at 10 weeks was already bigger than Tigress was full grown. She never meows but she has almost her own language of growls and chirps. She hates the roomba and routinely assaults it. She has an amazing ability to get to the top of things, the top of the kitchen cabinets once, but then have no idea how to get down so I have to get out a ladder and help her down. For which I get a reproving look clearly meaning don't tell anyone I got up but couldn't get back down.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 1:19:48 AM   
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Status: offline 		I seem to have acquired a Shih-Tzu last night. It just kinda happened. Sorta the same way Bets came into and left my life. Dog was found wandering around some apartments in upper Roswell. Belonged to a woman who died early last month. The story is still kinda garbled.

No signs of abuse, very friendly  (but kinda freaked by stairs) and calm. Probably too calm. A valiumated Jack Russell is more my speed. Calm enough to only bounce off of one wall instead of all four. Boinky, they are.Might need a little help remembering his housetraining. Damn good thing I have tile floors, except I hit a puddle the last dog who was in here back in June left, and I went sliding on my ass (Jack Russell). Maybe I should just find a carpet scrap and put it down in my den. As long as he doesn't cock his leg at my drums or my Super-reverb, I can deal with it. Made him a little doggy bed. Loves it.

Had to happen, I guess. Some more of this Karma stuff that has been fucking with me for the past two years. I know at some point I'll have some "good" Karma (what a mangling of what Karma is), I just want to have it in this life.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 1:26:57 AM   
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quote:

ORIGINAL: daisyflower26

I have an 86lb female black lab. she used to sleep in bed with me. her favorite thing to do was put her butt up to my face while i was sleeping and let out a huge stinky fart, then go back and lay down at the foot of the bed. 
Some kinda message being sent there. probably from the next world. The dog is only an intermediary. It is your anointed task to discover the meaning of the farts. 

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 2:49:01 AM   
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Status: offline 		My ex-wife had this black cat ( I can't remeber his name) who used to sit on the back of the couch so we could share our popcicles with him. He noticed one day that I kept poking my wife in the nose ( she HATED her nose being touched).
After about an hour of me bothering her I noticed the cat looking at her funny and then he reached around her at bat her in the nose with his paw. This became a favorite game of his, and of course I was never forgiven....rotflmao. 

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 11:27:46 AM   
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Status: offline 		It would take a day long post to list all the special quirks my pets have had over there years. Not deligated to just the furry ones or domestic types.

I had a spider monkey at one time, who was raised from the bottle. The entertainment he gave was off the wall. Named Scooter because he would start at the end of our long hall take a quick running start and slide or scoot to the end. He would make a distinct to no other sound he made when the bus stopped at our road and the em would start coming toward home. We had several small dogs and puppies now and then and nothing more heartwarming than seeing this toddler size monkey with arms that seemed to go for miles, when it was his puppy time. His face would take on that much like a new mother in amazement and his arms would wrap around them very delicately and kiss and love on it.  I had him about 3 years, the ex got all the exotics we had in the divorce and I moved on.

As for non furrys. My daughter and her partner have 5 bearded dragons ( frillies for the people from down under)
They have to be the most antimated creatures of that variety I have ever seen. They preen, flirt, wave, dance, and of course due to their name the underside of their jaw tends to turn black for various reasons, all vieing for the attetnion of the other sex and or trying to one up for the males.
. Below I will attach a link that my daughter made of just one of there showing off afternoons. She did a pretty good job editing the video with music.

One in particular shows without a doubt she is into bdsm. If your bored and view the link, look for lizzie :)

I love animals and their antics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLwzPmKXIc8

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 12:01:14 PM   
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ORIGINAL: DomKen

When I was a kid my little brother and I pestered our mother into getting us one of those Easter chicks they used to sell in Woolworths and the like. My parents were both farm raised so they knew what a chicken needed to live and he grew up to be a fine rooster and a better companion I've rarely had. He had to be kept penned up when I wasn't there since he would go looking for me if he could. He was a clumsy flier and much prefered to run beside me or ride on my shoulder, he lost his balance and would hit me in the face so it wasn't my prefered perch, or on top of my head until he clawed me enough to shoo him off.



An affectionate cock is a fine companion.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 12:01:23 PM   
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Status: offline 		We raised Saints while I was a kid.....at any given time we had 3 of the beasts running around in the house....we showed two, tried to mate the male and one female, but she didn't quite understand the concept and kept sitting down on him.  Our male, Travis, had a specially made dog cart, and he was as proud of that as any kid with a new toy!  My mom would hook him up and walk him uptown to the grocery store and get some groceries for him to pull home.  Once, they put Jamie in the harness and hooked her up and his face just dropped to his knees!  He was actually bummed that my parents had the NERVE to put anyone else in HIS harness and cart!  He also loved the sound of Peter Jenning's voice......he'd hear the music for the ABC Evening news and come running, plop his butt right in front of the TV, and for the entire time that Jennings was speaking, he was totally entranced.  The females, Buffy and Jamie were just dolls....granted 180 lbs of "doll" but they were sweeties!  Any kid that came into the yard to play with us were their kids.....while they'd probably help a burglar load up and wave goodbye to him, if anyone thought about touching their kids, well, it wasn't pretty!  Travis was the watchdog......he was short as Saints go.....but he had a 52" chest, and went at about 170....not an ounce of fat on him!

We also had a guinea pig named Patches......she had free run of the house, but when ever she heard the fridge open up, she'd come streaking out of hiding and run right to it.....hollering and yelling all the way!  She knew that's where her goodies were kept!

My cats that I've owned have all been different.....I had one that would play fetch with a little furry spider.  My current brat, KB, totally knows that he is the king of the castle.  Fortunately, his two younger siblings haven't picked up his bad habits.....so far.  All three like to get up high,and watch me go nuts looking for them.....won't answer when I call, I swear they are snickering at me!  Altho, KB always seems to know when I need to get up.....in fact, I reset my alarm clock for my dentist appointment, and sure as sh*t, he was right there, 15 minutes BEFORE it was supposed to go off, poking me.  He's actually saved my butt from being late to work a few times.  But they are my babies, for better or worse, just like my own son.  Now if they would just get a job!

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 12:36:26 PM   
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Status: offline 		I once birdsat for a friend's pet pigeon for a few months.  Francis liked to think that he was the boss, and would try to intimidate me when I got too close to his cage, and would rear up on his legs and beat his wings when he though he wasn't getting enough attention.  Hundreds of little down feathers in the air at the same time, drifting down to laugh at vacuum cleaners...

I gave him a bath about once a week.  I'd put his cage in the bathroom and close the doors, and extract him.  He hated the water and would fly out.  I'd patiently catch him and return him, and he'd fly out again.  After the third or fourth escape attempt failed, he'd give up and just let me do anything with him.  So my tween daughter and I would post at opposite ends of the tub and play pigeon pong.  I'd give Francis a gentle push and he'd slowly drift to the other end of the tub, and she'd turn him 180 degrees and gently push him back.

He would bite me if I put my hand in his cage, but his bite was very weak and didn't hurt.  So I would take him from his cage and hold him gently sometimes while he angrily bit away.


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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 12:57:33 PM   
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Status: offline 		DomKen,
 
That is a really sweet story.  Some of my cats have had that curiosity about water and the shower and bathtub experience.  They have gotten themselves into some interesting predicaments and then been most uphappy about being soaking wet and having to clean themselves from nose to tail tip.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 2:05:38 PM   
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Status: offline 		The first pet in my life was a cat named PussyWillow. One of my older sisters brought it home about six months before I was born and he refused to leave. PussyWillow was a giant yellow and orange striped cat that weighed in at over 35 pounds, a seriously large cat. He killed a groundhog once, and snapped a squirrel right out of the tree. Over time he became the neighborhood bully.

There is a photo of me as an infant lying in my crib with this cat next to me, about twice the size of me (often wondered if my mother hoped I'd be suffocated or something). Growing up I was terrified by this cat, not only was he huge but he was mean. My friends would stand at the end of the driveway and yell for me because he would lie in wait, he also chased off many a mailman in his day. He was a glorious looking creature, absolutely regal. The vet mused that he was part cougar (in Michigan lol) because of his size, coloring and attitude. My father was not a cat or dog person (long story but his brother had his nose bitten off by a dog that my father said was friendly when they were kids) and would routinely take the cat miles away and try and dump him. PussyWillow always found his way home. Always.

Every Christmas we would go down to Florida and the cat would be boarded. I was about 11 when we returned after the holiday and found poor PussyWillow frozen solid at our door. He had escaped the vet and tried to wait for us. I felt so awful for being terrified of that cat, and he in turn loved us so much that he tried to survive in the dead of winter.

That is when I began to learn of the loyalty between a pet and its person (or people), when I started to understand that a pet is far more than a beast.

I'm sorry it wasn't a happy or funny story but its what came to my mind. Usually it would have been about Mickey the WonderDog whom I had to have put to sleep less than 2 months ago or BarneyCat my 20 year old-lady cat. I've not thought of PussyWillow in a very long time. I wish I hadn't been so scared of him but he really was deserving of that fear! I wish too, that he hadn't died in such a sad and lonely way. Sitting at the door of an empty house in winter, not understanding where his people went and why no one let him in.


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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 5:55:45 PM   
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Status: offline 		Sigh there have been a lot of good friends in my life, some for a short time, some for a long..In no particular order

Ma Kent, Lois Lane, Clark, Jimmy Olsen, Superman, Perry White and Lex Luthor a polydactyl family..Ma Kent came, saw, decided my apartment was perfect and brought her children to live there..she then vanioshed leaving me to feed them all.

Joy Boy an Irish Setter Cross who was gay. Trust me he was, no interest in females at all and he was a Drahma Queen at that. That boy could POSE, he just knew he looked good. He and a transexual friend of mine  fell in love and I let her have him. He would just  pine when she would leave after visiting.

Saber.. Shepherd Wolf hybrid. I loved the hell out of that dog but after he bit my husband for the 3rd time, I reluctantly sold him to Macy's Security team in NY. I should have kept the dog and gotten rid of the husband, this was the one that ended up abusing the kids and I.

Tara, Jean, Juno, and Apollo my Harlequine Danes. For a period of my life it seemed like there was a grapevine that passed the message if you are a Great Dane and have spots, go see this lady. You got it, I didn't buy or adopt one of these, they found me.

SnowWolf.. My Heart. 3/4 wolf, 1/4 shepherd, he was leading a pack of dogs in Brooklyn when I left my girlfriends house with my nose in a book as usual, looked up to find myself surrounded. Snow stared at me, I stared at him, and he led me home and never left. No one touched my kids, me or left my house carrying anything unless I let them. He was stabbed between the eyes by a thief protecting my apartment. The knife point broke off and stayed embedded in his sinus untl the Vet got it out. Many surgeries later the infection was into the bone and he was in pain. I had to let him go and felt my hear break as I held him.

Valkyrie.. Hybrid wolf Samoyed cross... a real sweetheart who loved to talk, sing and at chrismas were a belled harness she could make jingle by stomping her paws. We went out one morning to find her unable to get up without screaming in pain. Rushed her to the vet afraid she had ruptured something only to find out she had cancer of the spine. She apologized for leaving us as she went to sleep for the last time.

SpiritShadow.. all I can think is that his original owner was in an accident and died. When I discovered Spirit he was in a back cage of the pound in the dark. All I could see was flashing teeth and red eyes. They tried to convince me not to take him out of the cage, but I did. His paws were masses of scars where he must have walked them bloody. He was massive and one of the most perfect Shepherds I have ever seen, and looked German bred. He turned out to be perfectly obedience trained and later we found out he was also shutzhund trained. We lost him to cancer many years later, but I know he will be waiting across that bridge.

InTh'ig the Mighty. 35 lbs of attitude and the attitude was BAAAAD to the Bone. Big Black Cat that took no prisoners when it came to dogs, bluejays, racoons (he should have, came home covered in racoon shit one night), crows or sandsharks. Yes he caught one in it's own element and proceeded to have dinner. When we got him he and his siblings had been abandoned at a mall, and he fit in a demitasse cup with cup left over...but from his size and attitude all we could figure is someones prize person got out to make with the back alley panther. When we moved from NJ, Inth'ig stayed behind, he had found a sucker who would cook him boiled chicken and livers and fresh fish and all it cost him was his nuts...he was happy.

Apache Wind... we only had him a short period..NJ passed a law against Wolf Hybrids after a child was mauled. While we had him however he ate 2 walls and went swimming in the bay to return with a dead chicken with the feathers on..things like that just cause you to shake your head and close you mouth..not sure you want to know. He has a wonderful home in Delaware or did when we gave him over.

Purvert  a kitten with a short lived stay in my home. He had a habit of reaching between toilet seat and bowl and swatting with claws my Ex's balls..the reaction was not pretty and I feared for the kittens life..so..a new home was found where he had rafters and a dog to torment..which he did playing death from above. The dog got to the point it would cringe going across the room looking up for Purvert's attack. Should have kept the cat.

Carrie my First Akita... I rescued her 10 minutes before she was to be put to sleep. She had been adopted 7 times and returned. Her original owner had passed and most people don't have the patience to get an Akita to transfer affections. It took nearly 6 months before she became ours in heart, after that she would do anything you asked. We woke one memorial day morning to find she had passed in the night from a heart attack.

Milo a rat terrier was with us for a very short time. I adopted him knowing he had untreatable heart worms ( so bad that the meds to kill them would have killed him with his weakened heart), when life because too hard for him, we let him go.

Avalon, African Gray parrot with a sense of humor and a nervous condition that had him plucking all of his feathers out. That was due to the stress my ex Husband was adding to the house with yelling and temper tamtrums, and 3 packs of smokes a day as well as booze. I found him a home elsewhere and he is doing excellently. I hear from the woman who has him every now and then.

Current Crew:

Ebony Chow/Belgian cross 13 years old and feeling it. She was labled as an animal killer, must be an only dog..Had attacked a pig, a horse, 2 dogs and a flock of chickens. Biggest coward you will ever meet and hasn't bitten dog, cat or child since I adopted her. She is killer on fleas however.

Komodo our 150 lb akita..weighed in at 75 lbs when we adopted him. Giant rug with feet has a good ol boy attitude unless you are a pitbull. He loves Pitbulls with or without Gravy. He is mama's protector adn would go everywhere with me if I would let him, but it is too hot for him to stay in the car. Since he helps me stand and stay on course we are looking at training him as a Service Dog.

Bast the queen of the house...well she thinks so...  She spent a lot of time making her displeasure known about the addition of Komodo to the house, but that changed one day and I found her rubbing up against him and purring, ... that is until she noticed me.. thenshe swatted him on the nose and stalked off.

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 7:15:58 PM   
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Status: offline 		What a great thread.... I had a cat who was abyssinian cat. Or as far as we could figure out. He was all white and had a black spot on his head and his tail was black. But the rest of him was all snow white. He had THE prettiest lime green eyes. He was found in a dumpster behind where I use to work with his sister. I couldn't let them take him to the animal control. So I took him home. He was a very quiet cat... and when he did meow he howled.... an almost ear piercing sound. When I was thinking of names for him .... My best friend and I were going to cash a pay check of mine from work. And I looked at his sleek face and told my best friend that he resembled Grandpa Munster. * he just had this look about him and he looked like Grandpa Munster.* So I settled on the name Zombie.
     I had to go out of town and asked my best friend if she would cat sit for Zombie and my other cat Banshee. And she agreed so she went to stay with her. He and Banshee got along well. My best friend woke up one night to my two cats having a hump fest on her while she was sleeping. * she ended up later in the night somehow getting cat jizz on her*.
  So when I came home and got together with my now ex he decided that my two cats should become cab office cats. Since he didn't want them in his house. * this fact broke my heart due to the fact that they were indoor cats, and being at the cab office they would be allowed to go outside. And that scared the hell out of me because the road the office sat on was busy and I was afraid of them being hit by a car.*
    Well Zombie was a strange lil puss. I would make coffee at the cab office every morning about 4am for the boss when he came in. And I would go fill the pot and Zombie would jump on the counter in the office and drink water out of the filled coffee pot. ( when my best friend had taken care of them she wasn't around alot so she would leave the water faucet on so they would have water. And most of the time it would drip and that is the only way Zombie would drink water.) So he would jump on the counter and watch as people would walk by at the office and turn the water faucet on for him so he could get a drink of water.  He would go near only certain cab drivers at the office. There were a select few that he liked, and most of them he didn't like. And the ones he didn't like he would make sure they knew he didn't like them. He would lay in wait when they walked by and he would attack their legs.. no just ankles he would go for calves or thighs. He was such a good boy.
    Well one night I was sitting at the office waiting for my then boyfriend * now ex* to get off work. And I picked Zombie up and hugged on him and kissed on him, and handed him to a very good friend of mine who worked at the office. I patted Zombie on the head and told him I would see him in the morning. My best friend, myself, and my old man went home to have a few drinks. Well later that night my old man got a phone call and when he got off I asked who was on the phone he said it was so and so from work. I said is he okay, and he said no he is kind of upset... I said do you want me to call him and maybe see if I can help. He said no just go to sleep. We went to bed and my old man * who owns the cab company*  told me that I had to go into work with him in the morning, but wouldn't tell me why. The next morning when he got his wake up call to go into work... he shook my arm and asked if I was awake. I said no not really... why... he told me to roll over and put my head on his chest. He asked me if I trusted him... and I said why... it depends on what I am trusting you about. He told me that my cat Zombie had been hit by a car. I remember flying out of bed and throwing clothes on and yelling well why the hell didn't you have someone take him to the vet. He said because there was no use in taking him to the vet. I started to cry and we drove to work. My friend who worked that night is the one who found my kitty cat on the road. He had picked him up and wrapped him in a sheet and left him in the garage at work. I went out to say my goodbyes to my lil Grandpa Munster and he was buried beside the building where I work.

  Sorry to make the story so drawn out and kind of morbid. He was a cool cat. I will never find another one like him. Every cat I have ever owned has been like no other. They are individual among of themselves.  

Peace

Angelic

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/28/2008 8:00:16 PM   
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Status: offline 		I have a grey parrot, Jed, the love of my life.  He is hilarious, loving, destructive, and handsome.  I never dreamed that I would ever own a bird, much less a large parrot, but my former slave had a grey, and told me that the breeder had gotten one of her birds back as a rescue, and he was available for a bargain--$300!  Well, I couldn't write that check fast enough.

If you count the breeder, I am Jed's FOURTH human, and he was just turned two when I got him.    Poor little guy was all plucked out, just a fluffy chick from the neck down.  In a matter of months, he was feathered out and wonderful.  Mainly, he needed to be told what a great guy he was, and to be reassured that he was loved.  He was a VERY hard bird to work with at first.  Though he and I had an instant bond, he was pretty traumatized, and I got severely beaked more than once while he was expressing his fear, confusion, and frustration.  He has never been motivated by food---imagine training an animal who couldn't care less about treats!  Jed is ten now (11 in November) and a gorgeous guy.  His right wing is permanently damaged, from chewing, and from what I believe to be a bad wing cut.  There are feathers that will not grow in, and others that don't grow in right at all.  So, he will never fly, but he does have a large area to walk around and climb in. His cage door is never closed.  The truest sign of how great Jed is is that he won over my bird-phobic mother.  She won't get toooo close to him, but she talks to him, hands him things, and buys him toys and treats. Jeddie LOVES her. 

I recently lost Pansy, my third guinea pig.  I can't talk about my pigs yet, it's just too hard.  I miss my piggens! 

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/29/2008 6:03:36 AM   
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Status: offline 		A friend of mine owns a Palomino mare named TJ.....man, talk about attitude!!!!  She was a bit more horse tham my friend could handle, so basically, she was a pasture pet.  I would have loved to get on her....she is the type that would love to be out running.  We'd play a game that really freaked folks out the first time they'd see us do it, but I'd let her out of her pasture area, and she'd run to the very limit of the property, 5 acres, and then turn around and run full speed, hell bent for leather, right back at me......I'd be standing still waiting for her....and right before she would have run me over, she'd veer off just about 6" or so......the breeze from her passing by ruffled my hair...and then she'd run off just a-laaaaaaaaughing!  The first time my friend saw her do this, I thought she was gonna freak....and she thought I was gonna die!

There wasn't a gate that TJ couldn't unlock...we had to chain her pasture gate shut, or she'd be out running the neighborhood.  When I'd clean out her stall, she loved nothing more than messing with me......I'd be bent over, and she'd lay her face down on my back, and just stand there....or she'd back her ass up on me and put her weight on one foot.  Another favorite was to wait until the wheelbarrow was full, then grab a handle on  it and flip it over.....ohhhh, she was evil!  And she'd stand right there and laugh the whole time!  She'd be out in the yard, and come up on the porch, and one day, I opened the door, and she decided that she was just gonna wander right into the kitchen!  She was halfway in before I could get her stopped.  My friend heard the commotion, came out into the kitchen and saw me trying to shove TJ back out...she just roared!!!!!  Finally got her shoved out the door, and she stood there playing with the door handle....I swear, if she could have figured out how to get it open, she'd have just walked right in.  So, instead, to show us she was mad at us, she walked over to the big picture window and did the "wandering horse lips" slobber thing across the window.....ewwwww!  Then her feelings got hurt cuz we laughed at her.  Man, now she was a character!

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RE: Furry friends; the flipside - 8/29/2008 4:12:26 PM   
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Status: offline 		One of the things I love most about keeping pets is that their presence brings joy and a playful nature into our lives.  Who can resist a dog wagging its tail and bringing the ball for a game of fetch or catch-me-if-you-can?  Or a kitty who wants to curl up next to you and snooze when it is cold and dark outside?  They also keep us humble, reminding us that however much money and fame we do or do not have; we still answer to their needs of food and shelter and attention and cleaning up their messes.

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So in this gray haze we'll be meating again, and on that
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