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soultoshare -> RE: Out of Sorts (2/24/2007 10:40:03 PM)
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My parents inherited my cat when i joined the army years ago. Her name was Annie, but Evil Woman would have suited her better! After she jupmed off the pool table to the top of mom's lace cyrtains for the third time, mom declawed her.....BIG, HUGE, GIGANTIC, ENORMOUS MISTAKE!!!!! She learned to bite.....she weighed 30 pounds in her heyday, she'd latch on and then go limp, ripping whatever body part she was hanging on to. But she was a hoot, too! She LOVED the snow....as in go outside, play in it, burrow thru it. My dad would go out to blow the driveway out, and she'd sit at the door waiting to be put on her leash....he'd haul her outside, drop her in the show, and she'd be in heaven! She actually got a wild hair one day, and pounced on my dad from the top of a 15' snowbank right on to his head! She played pool, too.
Eventually, old age and cancer caught up with her, and dad and my brother in law were forced to make that trip to the vet's. They brought her home to be buried in the backyard at my sister's house, and my nephew wanted to bury his "fuzzies" (favorite blanket) with her. My sister said it was only the 4th time in our lives she's ever seen dad cry.......they were all heartbroken...Annie had pretty much raised the kids. But life goes on, and every one of us are again owned by our cats.......we each have at least two, i have 3, and have adopted a mama kitty and her two babies that were dumped at my apt. I'd love to be able to find homes for them, they are adorable......
BTW, Terminator......not only does the a/c run for my cats year around, they also have special places to sleep with blankets and pillows! Yes, I'm guilty of spoiling them rotten, but they give me back so much more.
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