And I made just one post too , the second , added some illustrations for the verbally challenged .Still say those two should get married Bronze .
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LOL! That would last as long as Cher and Greg Allman.
And I made just one post too , the second , added some illustrations for the verbally challenged .Still say those two should get married Bronze .
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That she is! She's on top of the tv where she can keep her beady eye on us and pass along telepathic communications to us and her granddaughter, I'm sure of it. ........Yeah, kiss up to mom because she's the bowl filler, and makes sure your litter box is clean and everything, and dad is like a big cat toy and will play and roughhouse with you. Meanwhile you can claw mom's chair because I did and got away with it. Oh and you must stand at the kitchen entrance at 5 pm on the dot every day and demand your food. They're pretty well trained, but they can do better......
Just added some more illustrations , Perfecto !LOL! That would last as long as Cher and Greg Allman.
Dang it ! I should'a been more specific with my captioning !
http://www.e-cigarette-forum.com/fo...sus-authentic-discussion-39.html#post15601865
I would have thought you were off your rocker Hula except I felt the same as you when our Ragdoll kitty invited herself into our lives out of nowhere. She was an exact replica of my Mom's Ragdoll...same colors in the same places and not the least bit afraid of people like my mom's cat. My mom had recently passed away and I still have this vivid image of Keighley the Cat standing at the front edge of our property staring at me as if she was sent by my mother. My mom, before she passed away, told me she wanted to make sure I took care of her cat. Well, I didn't keep her as I didn't want another cat so I talked my uncle (mom's brother and his wife) into taking her cat. When I saw Keighley show up several days in a row I swear my Mom was talking to me..."I told you I wanted YOU to take care of my cat!" Yes M'am!!! So I kept her.
So to think Durakitty didn't have a role in sending you her granddaughter would be misguided. She doesn't want you to be sad.
Well it's either poke'm with a stick or turn the hose on them .It is an utterly endless argument. Hence only one post for me. Nyuk, nyuk,nyuk!![]()
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OK I'm going to share a story. And there will be those of you who may or may not have thoughts about this. I'll preface it by saying that I am spiritual and have a huge belief in nature and the power of things and senses that we cannot see and can't begin to understand. As I'd mentioned before, Durakitty had been very sick last Friday and Saturday and had pretty much stopped eating and drinking on the Wednesday prior to this. She was restless, pacing and mewling in what I believed to be pain. It also looked like her eyes had "exploded" - pupils fully dilated, no eye color to be seen. I called her vet since kittenhood, but she wouldn't see her, so we went to the Vet Emergency Centre. You all know what they said about hospitalization and force feeding food and liquid into her. I kept her going with a syringe and "catsure" and water etc, but she knew she was going, and eventually this dummy realized she was telling me clearly in her own infinitely wise way that it was her time. I gave her a cat opiate for her pain, and she didn't "mewl" anymore, seeming more comfortable. We spent a good full 2 days with her. I got permission to work from home so I could stay with her and I am so grateful for that. Holding her paw gently and talking talking talking with her. I told her how I wished so very much, that we could rewind the 22 glorious years with her, and do it all over again. How much I loved her and would miss her. I gave her only what she wanted in liquids. Then she passed away this last Wednesday in our arms. We were, as you all know obliterated.
I have no explanation for this next part. I was in so much emotional pain, and I was mindlessly surfing the net the night Mischief died. Reading a lot of support groups about pet grief and how to cope, but somehow for no rhyme or reason, found myself looking at "Hawaii Humane Society" pet grief and ended up clicking "cats", and there was Chiffy's granddaughter! Then I realized that Hawaii HS was on the Big Island, not Oahu - (Honolulu HS). It's too soon, too soon: but it gave me hope that I might find another little cat someday and that Mischief would be instrumental in directing that special kitty who needed us and that WE needed. Anyhow, this cute little cat was probably long since adopted as a lot of sites like these don't keep them up to date. Funnily enough, when we got Mischief, we were told she'd been adopted already. I was so disappointed, but the next day we went back to the humane society and David said "I'm going to ask if that's still the case" "OK",says me though I think it's probably futile. But, as it happened - she'd been unadopted about 45 minutes prior, because the landlord wouldn't allow the lady to keep a pet on premises. So I showed Mr. Hula the picture, to show that maybe one day there would be another kitty - but one especially for us.
And anyway, nothing would help us get over our grief.
The next morning, Mr. Hula, every bit as obliterated as me, somehow found himself looking for Russian Blue breeders, seeing what prices were, if there were any breeders in Hawaii or California for when the time was right.
But not now. Not now.
He ended up landing on the same darn picture as I did at the Hawaii Island Humane Society.
I love rescue cats. I like that the breeds are a bit mixed up as Chiffy was, I believe it gives them better health and strength for longer because it dilutes the over breeding weaknesses that can sometimes occur.
So there I was in the bath on Thursday morning getting ready for work and he bursts in saying "She looks like Chiffy!" I wasn't sure I heard properly and I was busy bawling anyway.
Then he said "I called the Big Island Humane Society and they said they can ship her to Oahu" The foster mom sent us some photos, and I'll be darned! It's Chiffy's grand daughter. ...And she's the same age as when we got Mischief from the Honlolulu Humane Society, 5 months old.
OK. That's just too bizarre. A rescue pet, 5 months old, female, and because she's not a full breed Russian Blue, she had a small white patch under her chin.
Just like Chiffy did.
We bought home Mischief's grand daughter on Friday afternoon the same day we bought Mischief's ashes home.
We truly believe this was Mischief's gift to us. That she hated to see us grieving so badly for what for her was a natural progression of things, and she really did put another little one who needed the huge amounts of love we have to give right now.
A lot lot sooner than we would have expected, but I'm certain our baby did this. And here she is.
A new army member "Geedee"
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FURBY!!! "Feed me!" " Feed me again!" (yes, even I bought one at the ripe old age of 42-43 years old lol).
Wow you two could set up a restaurant ANY time and not only survive, but thrive from the huge numbers of folk who'd pour in. I can see that Chloe's day was extremely special indeed! Way to go, you two.