Then I take it all back. You can forward my sorry-ness to your mother.

That's weird that you've been out of the house an entire pet-lifetime.

Pavel's Law?

I was trying to dig up the long version, which goes something like "You have offended me. You are young and spry and can avoid my wrath for now. However, you will forget your offense and I shall not. Sooner or later, you will be in arm's reach."

The short(er) version is "Sooner or later, you will be in arm's reach." On Saturday, if shrift can make it, Pavel's Law will be in effect for you, P-C. Be wary. I think your ass is ringing.

:)

Just wait until you've taken an entire (major) pet through babyhood until seniority and death, Jesse.

That's weird that you've been out of the house an entire pet-lifetime.

It is, isn't it? The oldest cat is 14 now and all the rest, including the dog, arrived after I left. I will have a complete meltdown when she goes as she was very clearly my dad's & my cat and is sort of the last of my childhood pets. End of an era and all that.

Yeah, that freaks me right out, Theo.

It's weird being old.

Kat -- Fights over precedence in dogs don't usually get to the drawing of blood level. Also, if Bear is a bitch and the other canine is a dog? That's not good -- dogs don't usually fight bitches. Although, I'm not sure what changes if both dogs have been neutered/spayed. I'd say, call the vet and possibly try to find an animal behaviorist.

I'm just glad my mom's cat is stand-offish and not affectionate (and did I mention EVIL?), and therefore I have resisted bonding with her to the degree that I did with pets earlier in life. Because the way Mom is pampering her, I expect death by gout in a few years.

Ouise, isn't most stuff closed there?

Well, I'm not totally sure. Both of my coworkers (yup, all two of them!) had work they could do at home. I'm sure that it wasn't meant in a mean way, because my boss is really nice (nicer than I am, anyway). I'm just embarrased because I probably could have gotten over to work by, oh, two-thirty or three this afternoon, depending on which buses they got back running, and I decided not to bother. I may have an over-active conscience.

My mother's cats are siblings to Dominar Ohmlet. One of them never did become especially tame, and is seen as a pale streak fleeing the house whenever we come over, and the other (Spike, and no, my mother doesn't watch Buffy) is basically a larger, more attractive (being a blue-point fluff ball instead of a grey fluff ball), calmer version of the Ohm.

I'm not close to either of them.

One of my parents' cats (the new generation, not my last childhood cat. Though I'd take her too) I'd totally kidnap. She's a terrified little thing, but I can coax her into my lap and she's just so wee and halloween-cat looking. Just one of those creatures that you want to take care of. My brother has one like that too, called Screech because she broke her voice crying for three days in the woods alone when she was barely a few weeks old. They finally found her and got her all fixed up, but she's still not sure it's over.