mum23

Dragon, so sorry to hear about your beloved cat. That is a difficult and heart-rending decision to have to make, even when you know in your heart that it is the right one. My thoughts are with you.

clorophilla

Dragon, I read just now about your cat. I totally empatyze with you, I had many cats, the first died for kidney failure too; and I had to take this hard decision two time with two of may most beloved cats. It's so sad but, as my vet said me, only the owner of a cat could know what to do, bc he/her feel deeply what could be the right thing in each situation. I think that animal soul at death join the universal animal spirit of that species, so my lost cats are always with me into the soul of my latter cats.
great huges!

Baldur

Yes mum23, that particular member of Thinkdraw has tugged on the heartstrings a few times. If you look back a page or so in the forums you will find several dramatic tours de force authored the same person.
There are other key players as well, it is best not to mention names as they have reappeared in a new guise each time.
There was one shapeshifter that we made a game out of collecting the aliases of. Baldur had amassed a list of 8 of them himself.
No doubt that person is still around.

Baldur

Happy Birthday to Dale Earnhardt Jr, Mario Lopez, Brett Favre, Tanya Tucker, David Lee Roth, Nora Roberts, Ben Vereen, Peter Coyote, Ed Wood, Thelonious Monk, Sweets Edison, Ivory Joe Hunter, Alberto Giacometti, Helen Hayes, Giuseppe Verdi, Henry Cavendish and Mary Plantagenet.

Baldur

Ohg how did Baldur miss these.
A very special happy birthday to the Great Antonio AND Louis Cyr.

Baldur

Ohg - g = Oh

Baldur

We finally managed to get all the cats trapped in the house. Let me assure that was no mean feat.
It's been getting too cold outside at night, plus we felt the need to civilize the babies. Their mother was obviously a housecat but they were being raised feral. In order to increase their chances of getting adopted we needed to get them use to being handled.
I started by putting out food and milk, just outside the kitchen door, with the door propped open a little.
Then day by day we moved the food inside, first on the doorsill and eventually a fair distance inside the kitchen. We started restricting the feeding time a bit so they would get a bit hungry in between meals and would all head for the food as soon as it became available.
Finally just this morning they were all inside the kitchen when Robert snuck out the front door, around to the back of the house and quickly shut the door while they were preoccupied inside.
Shakira went bezerk running around the kitchen jumping against the door and howling. Eventually she calmed down and assessed the situation, they had food and all the kittens were with her.
A baby gate in the hallway keeps the kittens restricted to the kitchen, living room and bathroom. Shakira however can hop over it in a single bound.
We placed a new litterbox in the bathroom (Heidi's box is downstairs in the laundry room) and as soon as the kittens found it, they used it without prompting. That was a great relief.
I have since let Shakira outside alone a couple times, she has come back in willingly to check the kittens

Lizzi

I am enjoying your cat saga having done this sortt of thing myself a few times. It takes them awhile to realize that they are being introduced to the good life and that their 'freesom' is the hard life. I am glad there are people like you!

Lizzi

Sorry, 'sort' has one t and it shb freedom. I should keep my glasses on when I'm typing.

Dragon

I too am enjoying hearing about the taming of the Shakira (or her babies anyway.) It sounds like they're well on their way to being well civilized. I suspect the baby gate will only hold them in for so long. Last year at the clinic we had a tiny kitten in who'd been paralyzed on one side after being rolled by a car. I brought him home for the weekend because he was too little and needed too much care to be left in the clinic over the weekend (he still would have gotten care but only 2 or 3 times a day and he needed more than that). Being that he could barely walk, I thought I'd just bring a big box home and set it up with a little bedding, litter box and food for him to be in at night or when I couldn't be with him. This lasted about 5 minutes before he'd climbed out and vanished somewhere in the house. I couldn't fathom how this tiny little half crippled kitten could be so quick. I searched the whole apartment, I never did figure out where he was, he just sort of reappeared. After that I had to put some mesh over the top of the box to keep him in at night, but he was doing so well I often let him out throughout the day. He even got playing with my manx cat and they had a lot of fun together.
So, if a half paralyzed kitten can climb out of a tall box I'm guessing Baldur and Robert (and maybe Heidi, who knows) will soon be chasing kittens all around Boughbreak. hehehe, that's a fun image.

Baldur

Happy Birthday to Jason Arnott, Luke Perry, Prince Faisal bin Al Hussein, Joan Cusack, Dawn French, Daryl Hall, Dottie West, Thich Nhat Hanh, Elmore Leonard, Art Blakey, Jerome Robbins, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Henry Heinz.

inked_gemini

A friend sent me this joke today. I thought it was cute and in the spirit of Halloween, so I thought I'd share:

A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back, and, through the fog, he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.

BA-BUMP...

BA-BUMP...

BA-BUMP....

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, and slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping on his heels, as the terrified man runs upstairs.

CLAPPITY-BUMP...

CLAPPITY-BUMP…

CLAPPITY-BUMP...

Rushing to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something...anything..., but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket,

and…

The coffin stops.


I have a very strange sense of humor. More often than not, pun-themed jokes cause people to groan and roll their eyes, but jokes like this one make me laugh the hardest. I must admit, I was roaring when I read this early this morning, and I am, in fact, still giggling as I re-read this post.

mdawrcn

I laughed a little too. Cute.

lilalee

Love this, and is funny!!

polenta

Oh, my God.... the coffin stops because the man throws a bottle of cough syrup to it? What am I missing? Is there a double-entendre? Or is it that the coffin was coughing and the medicine helped it to stop?
My English must not be good enough to interpret this joke.

marius

Polenta ... I didn't get it at first either and English is my native language! LOL!!! But, you are on the right track - the coffin and the caughin' both stopped.

I'm not really good at explaining stuff like this but Baldur is, so will leave that to him. ; )

Meanwhile, Arw, hahaha, glad I finally got it - this is exactly my kind of joke so it cracks me up that I missed it on first read-through. Thanks for the chuckle!

Login

It's a play on words, polenta ... coughing and coffin sound the same when the g is left off the end of coughing (as it often is when we speak carelessly). So the cough medicine did its job by stopping the coffin (coughin')

mdawrcn

I have one I got this morning:

Three handsome male dogs are walking down the street when they see a beautiful, enticing, female poodle. The three male dogs fall all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but they end up arriving in front of her at the same time.

The males are speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves and hoping for just a glance from her in return.

Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on the three suitors, she decides to be kind and tells them, "The first one who can use the words "liver" and "cheese" together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can go out with me."

The sturdy, muscular black lab speaks up quickly and says, "I love liver and cheese." "Oh, how childish," says the poodle. "That shows no imagination or intelligence whatsoever."

She turns to the tall, shiny golden retriever and says, "How well can you do?" "Umm... I HATE liver and cheese," blurts the golden retriever. "My, my," says the poodle. "I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as the lab's sentence."

She then turns to the last of the three dogs and says, "How about you, little guy?" The last of the three, tiny in stature but big in fame and finesse, is the Taco Bell Chihuahua. He gives her a smile and a sly wink, turns to the golden retriever and the lab, and says... "Liver alone. Cheese mine."

Normal

I am SO glad the coffin stopped. Hate chihuahuas, but loved his sentence. He's clearly a winner. My favorites are the shaggy dog type with long stories and a linguistically screwy ending. Here's a punch line for one - can't recall the story, (JUST AS WELL) so you can make up your own.

"BOYFOOT BEAR WITH TEAKS OF CHAN."
(Aside to Polenta - don't worry, it's a take-off on an American poet, James W. Riley, I believe.)

Baldur

Baldur hasn't mentioned in ages how much he appreciates many of the people who use this site. At the moment I'm especially appreciating lynnspotter. But thank you everyone for your contributions.