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Dear Kitty Pie,
I'll turn on the kitchen and bath faucet for you to drink from forever and always. Why you won't drink from a dish or bowl I don't know, but if fresh running water is what you require, fresh running water is what you will get.
You are amazing and perfect and the most bestest kitty ever and I LOVE YOU WAY TOO MUCH!!!!
Mommy
Dear cat:
I left you alone for 20 minutes so that I could get dinner. That is not the same thing as abandoning you in the box by the side of the highway. So stop acting like I betrayed your trust. Goodness knows what Monday will look like...:rolleyes:
Dear outside kitty,
I'm really sorry I didn't see you there until my dog lunged and cornered you. Glad you know how to take care of yourself-- Stella walked away with bloody nose and forehead. I'm afraid you didn't cure her of going after cats, but I'll keep a closer eye on her.
Dear cat:
A couple of things:
1) Thank you so much for sticking your paws in my cereal this morning. I assure you that it's perfectly safe for me to eat, but it is not kitty food. You're lactose-intolerant, and there's a reason I feed you low-grain food. You should also note that I don't stick my hands in your food while you're eating, and at least wash them!
2) The reason I keep accidentally kicking you is that you somehow manage to get underfoot. While it's sweet that you like following me around, it would be rather nice if you could stay more than six inches from me. Also, please stop hanging out in the bathroom doorway when the lights are out. A black kitty in a dark room is an accident waiting to happen!
Love,
Me.
My dog was VERY surprised by this video. Her ears were practically on top of her head.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brandi
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Dear sweet, beloved, ancient black kitten,
I fed you 3 different kinds of food today. I'm even going to feed you one more time before I go to bed. Can tonight be the night that you sleep all the way through, rather than punching me at 3 am because you are hungry? I'm trying, I really am, but it's hard to determine what food you like when it changes on a daily basis....
All my love, and more,
your mommy
Dear Sweet Kitty,
Thank you - again - for bringing me breakfast in bed. I noticed how carefully you carried today's offering so as not to leave any blood on the quilt. But alas, your delicate handling resulted in breakfast scurrying away as soon as you dropped him.
It is now 6 hours later and you keep vigil in my room. And of course, you choose the weekend I was planning on painting the other room, so all the stuff from that room, is in my room, creating no shortage of hiding places. I'm off to work now. I'm guessing you'll still be there when I get home tonight. No mouse parts in the bed, please.
I still love you,
The woman who does just fine with cereal. And coffee. Don't forget the coffee ;)
Dear Catkin,
I am very glad you can operate your legs now, unlike when we brought you home and you were completely splayed and could hardly walk, let alone run or even think about jumping. However, it is not necessary to jump on top of everything. Candle sticks are not cat toys, and items on 6' high shelves are there to be out of the way, not to be seen as a challenge for you to overcome.
And please just forget about sneaking out to climb Whitney, Kilamanjaro, or Everest--by the time you got there you would be old enough not to care anymore.
Dear Chloe and Calypso,
Thank you for returning my sunglass. Leaving them by the front door was a nice touch. I've been wondering where I lost them.
Now if you would please return my Mardi Gras reading glass? I know they're fun and sparkly, but I need them more than you do. :rolleyes:
Your cats steal your glasses?!?:eek: That's kind of awesome. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
Dear dummycat:
I love it when I walk into a room and the paper bag in the corner is purring.
P.S. Even if I was deaf and couldn't hear you, your tail is sticking out.
Dear cat,
Please stop yowling to go outside at 4:45 am-- the first sign of light-- so you can just hide in the hostas by the front door. You are learning that if you take me to the brink of sanity each morning, you will get what you want. I would like you to learn to operate the door yourself. Good luck with that, cat.
love,
Sleepless in St. Louis
Mine do too.Quote:
Originally Posted by chatnoire
Awesome in theory maybe, but in practice it is just another way to lose my glasses.
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Originally Posted by bmccasland
Found the Mardi Gras glasses, after I stepped on them with my work boots on. :oQuote:
Originally Posted by malkin
The cats are innocent. This time.
Was wearing them perched on the top of my head while gardening. I swear I looked everywhere, including the area around the gardening project. But I found them yesterday while mowing. Glasses are ruined.
Will have to write the needlework shop in New Orleans to see if they still have them and can send me a replacement pair.
Dear Taffy
The weather is EXACTLY THE SAME out the back door as it is out the front. Same monsoon-like rain, same howling winds. And it's no good looking up at me and wailing indignantly about it - I'm not tall enough to turn off those taps.
Regards
Food2
(p.s. - Food1 isn't tall enough either)
read R.A.Heinleins "the door into summer" an oldy but a goody with a most interesting cat character who is sure that the next door he goes to and wails at will be the door into summer. Needless to say, it isn't , in a very Heileinish sort of way.Quote:
Originally Posted by nuliajuk