FirstAidBrewing
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Mine's that way, too. Wintertime he will assume his spot in my lap anytime I sit down. He will even follow me around, waiting for me to sit down somewhere. In summer, he's nowhere to be found.
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Mine's that way, too. Wintertime he will assume his spot in my lap anytime I sit down. He will even follow me around, waiting for me to sit down somewhere. In summer, he's nowhere to be found.
Well those socks aren't going to pull themselves up.Such a big help on brew day...
So, that photo was taken from inside the bath tub? And are those bubbles I see?
Here are my furry sestras, Sophie is the tiger stripe and her sister Sadie is the calico-ish one.
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This is one way to fill up a small, empty Amazon box.
The box is 8"x8"x4" and sitting in one of my collapsible mesh chairs, so it gives you an idea of the size.
With Itty Bitty Kitty around, there was no mousie gonna get my grain. After seven years, she's gone now and I miss her.
Worm-ridden, an eye infection, and sick the shelter was going to euthanize her. No one wanted her and when I found out, she went home with me the same day.
I love animals, cats particularly. It's something about how they carry themselves and mannerisms ... the predatory nature under the veneer of domestication.
...and the don't-give-a-f*ck attitude. LOL
Matter of fact, the Little Cat's still with me. Her remains got cremated and sit close by where I sleep every night. Out of sentimentality and an odd quirk instilled by the military, I'd feel guilty burying her because it would feel like leaving her behind.
She'd follow me like a small shadow. Through the house, around the yard, to the bathroom and even the shower. I liked her company and keeping her remains seems like an odd way of keeping her around. If that seems weird, well that's fine with me.
Most crazy old person cats wear scarfs.The only cat I know who begs us to put a scarf on her. (okay, not really begs.. but she seems to enjoy it for some reason)
We had to say goodbye to our sweet Joey this Monday after only three weeks since adopting him. Last Tuesday we noticed he wasnt eating or pooping and took him to the vet. Fast forward 5 days and we were force feeding him and he was sleeping 23.75hrs per day. We got the diagnosis back from the vet that it was FIP. Im gonna miss that little kitty so much
We come here not only to smile at silly cat photos and antics, but to help others with their loss. We've all been on both sides of the fence. One is filled with smiles and laughter the other.......well.......it friggin sux regardless if you've had them only 3 weeks or 17 years. We tell ourselves that we're not going through that pain again, but eventually we get another pet. We can't help it we're softies.This thread has taken a depressing turn; more cat photos, please!
We come here not only to smile at silly cat photos and antics, but to help others with their loss. We've all been on both sides of the fence.
No, I know, my comment was partly tongue-in-cheek, part sincere. I was trying to lighten the mood a little because honestly, those last couple of stories seriously tugged at my heartstrings. I can appreciate the cathartic benefits of sharing such stories (I did so myself earlier in this thread), and I certainly didn't mean to discourage people from sharing their grief or seeking support. I was just hoping for some happier posts to balance things out a little.
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