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Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Frankenbuddha - Jul 12, 2005 3:13:15 am PDT #10 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Top 10?

Yes!!! Whoot!


WindSparrow - Jul 12, 2005 3:26:02 am PDT #11 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Ha! Hahahahaaha! Bwahahahahhahahaheheheheeeheehee.

They're coming to take me... oh, nevermind.

Cass:

Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know. Don't wanna know.
How does a kitty time out work?

Turn a(n empty) laundry basket upside down over the cat. If need be, place something heavy on top to prevent escape. It's preferable to place the time-out basket in the middle of a trafficked area of the home, as the embarassment helps to make the time-out more truly unpleasant. 3-5 minutes is sufficient to cool kitty tempers and redirect their attention to more acceptible behaviors.

Connie:

What if kitty decides he can't cope with the shunning and physically attaches himself to you?

That might be time-out territory. Or perhaps water-pistol time. Probably time-out, though. Back in Arizona it would have resulted in me saying "Look cat, I love you but I can't cope with you right now," and tossing (well, gently placing) him outside for a while.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 12, 2005 3:30:03 am PDT #12 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I love the smell of new thread in the morning!

Damn you, wee Frank! You got into the top 10 'cause you had a better seat on the train than me!


Topic!Cindy - Jul 12, 2005 3:33:04 am PDT #13 of 10001
What is even happening?

Cats get embarrassed--who'da thunk?


brenda m - Jul 12, 2005 3:36:27 am PDT #14 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Cats totally get embarrassed. Even seen one try an ambitious leap and miss? First thing they do is look around to see who saw.


WindSparrow - Jul 12, 2005 3:39:19 am PDT #15 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

They're such funny little critters, and more social than their aloof, mysterious, traditional reputations allow for. I really do like the thought that even feral populations, given sufficient resources, will form loose social groupings similar to prides. It's fascinating to observe them at it.


DCJensen - Jul 12, 2005 3:41:05 am PDT #16 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Cats also get dizzy on spinning things. like merry go rounds in parks.

They don't like it. t checks scars.


Frankenbuddha - Jul 12, 2005 3:42:58 am PDT #17 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Damn you, wee Frank! You got into the top 10 'cause you had a better seat on the train than me!

Moohahahahahah!!!!

Hey, I saw you today too. I was going to wave or something, but I couldn't tell if you saw/recognized me or not.


vw bug - Jul 12, 2005 3:46:10 am PDT #18 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Timelies!

If you see me around here today, kick me out. I have two papers to write before my 6pm class. I've gotta get my butt in gear.


Topic!Cindy - Jul 12, 2005 3:51:31 am PDT #19 of 10001
What is even happening?

I've had two and a half cats. The first was a stray who adopted our family for a time, when I was quite little--probably 2 or 3 years old. Mum and I were making pies the day she showed up, so I named her Pie Crust. Eventually, she returned to her home. Soon thereafter, my aunt's cat had kittens, and one of them looked very much like the stray who'd adopted us. We took her, and I named her Pie Crust, too. We had her for about 12 years, until she died. In fact, one of the things that's managing both to bother and comfort me about mum selling her house next month, is knowing we're leaving Pie's bones behind.

Pie Crust was the smartest, nicest, coolest, and best cat, ever. If I was sick, she'd stay by my bed (or the couch) until I was better. In the morning, she'd follow me up to the top of our hill, on my way to school. In the afternoon, she'd come out and wait for me, to see I got home on time. When our pet rabbit Harvey escaped from his hutch, she watched over him until we got home. Pie Crust also chased dogs up the street. I don't think Pie Crust ever missed a leap, or had any other reason to be embarrassed.

After Pie Crust died, we got Louie from a boy I was dating. Louie may well have been retarded. You know how kittens dash around the house only to be caught by WALL! Louie never outgrew that. Louie also sat, not like a cat, but leaning against a wall, couch, or something else, on his hind end, with both sets of paws in front of him. He looked rather like a dirty old man, when he did that. Louie also was a particularly stinky cat, and no food change seemed to help mitigate the odors escaped his body. We believe he was killed by a raccoon. We heard a fight one night, and there were a few stray tufts of fur, the next morning.

So, to 'splain...sum...whatever, I don't think I ever knew a cat who both needed to be embarrassed, and had the grace necessary for such emotion.