Stinky-dog came from a shelter. He's better than Prozac. Gray kitty showed up in the front yard demanding food, and joined the family. White kitty was adopted from the same shelter stinky-dog came from.
Everybody is fixed! Snip snip!
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Stinky-dog came from a shelter. He's better than Prozac. Gray kitty showed up in the front yard demanding food, and joined the family. White kitty was adopted from the same shelter stinky-dog came from.
Everybody is fixed! Snip snip!
I have two cats, Mira and Orion (Ri). After Men in Black stole my perfect orange boy kitty name, I just went with it anyway. However, he turned out to be a giant wuss instead of a fierce hunter (except when hunting a laser pointer) so he goes by "Ri". They're such great friends. I wouldn't trade them for anything.
I love my cats. Both of them were adopted, Mira from a no-kill shelter, and Ri from a foster agency. I'd love to volunteer at a shelter, but my apartment is just too small for more cats! I know I would come home with more...Still, it's got to be fulfilling to help other animals find new homes.
Kittens, kittens and more kittens . . . I don't know what it is about me and kittens - they always seems to find me!!! Just last month, I rescued 5 kittens - 3 weeks old. They had been abandoned by their mommy and of course, this soft heart just couldn't leave them. So, I grabbed all of them (they were all sitting on a cement brick outside) and brought them home. I put them in a box with towels and a hot water bottle underneath. Then, it was off to Walmart for kitten formula and bottles. Feedings were just like babies . . . every three hours, even in the middle of the night. I felt like I should have been on one of those TLC shows about families with quads, quints, etc!!!! Anyway, two days later they just didn't appear to be doing well (runny noses, eyes and some kind of skin irritation). Well, those little buggers had mange and it's highly contagious to humans!!! Needless to say, I broke out in a rash - my doctor told me the only upside is that the little pests cannot survive on humans - just long enough to bite me though!!! So, after shots, (the vet said had I not taken them, they probably would have died within days) lots of special shampoo bathings and love, they're doing fine and are ready to be adopted. One problem - I love them all so much and yet I know I cannot keep them all . . .I have my only little zoo of rescued kittens and the Inn is full:)
I have a cat named Grey Kitty! (Note the E. Very distinguished). I also have Miss Kitty, who is his mom. She is 16, he is 15. (I think).Quote:
Originally Posted by KnottedYet
I found this on the lahr brats site & had to share a few
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY
DAY 183
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow
I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by
weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must
try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse
these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their
favourite chair, must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and
brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I
am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed
and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working
according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY
power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my
advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got
to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports
my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety
is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
Will post another one soon...
More for you-
Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like To Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay of the furniture. (That's why it's called "furniture")
3.I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4.To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doen't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and Cats are better than kids because they:
a. eat less (unless you have a Lab or Great Dane)
b. don't ask for money all the time
c. are easier to train
d. usually come when called
e. never drive your car
f. don't hang out with drug using friends
g. don't smoke or drink
h. don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions
i. don't wear your clothes
j. don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
k. if they get pregnant, you can sell the children
I look forward to finding a funky doggie at the animal shelter...
every time i read those rules i love them more and more.
CC --
Thanks for the laughs!! Had to share them with a couple of friends!!
Denise