What should I do, then? Send her a gift? Sacrifice? … Unholy fruit basket?

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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.


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.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 12, 2005 4:00:32 am PDT #20 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I saw you Frank, but thought that friendliness in the form of waving or smiling was considered verboten on the commuter rail. Also, your glasses reflected the light, and I couldn't tell if you were snoozing.

ION, I just called a plumber. Go me!


WindSparrow - Jul 12, 2005 4:03:15 am PDT #21 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.

Pie Crust was the smartest, nicest, coolest, and best cat, ever

I had one like that. She once stayed in bed with me while I moped for a whole week. She never left my side except to use the litter box and eat. She was in bed with me so long I started worrying she was sick, and that got me up and moving.

Harvey is occasionally embarrassed by getting caught at doing something he knows he's not supposed to do. I'm fairly sure it is embarrassment at getting caught, rather than at having done the thing.


Topic!Cindy - Jul 12, 2005 4:05:41 am PDT #22 of 10001
What is even happening?

I'm fairly sure it is embarrassment at getting caught, rather than at having done the thing.
Oh, yes. I would think so.

Go you Nora, with your plumber-calling self.


Frankenbuddha - Jul 12, 2005 4:05:51 am PDT #23 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

I saw you Frank, but thought that friendliness in the form of waving or smiling was considered verboten on the commuter rail. Also, your glasses reflected the light, and I couldn't tell if you were snoozing.

Waving is fine - just no conversation pre-caffeine.

I've discovered that no matter how tired I am, I can't sleep on the train in the morning. I can't say the same about the return trip. However, the first time you wake up in Gloucester with an hour and a half until the next train back tends to make one try to ensure that it's also the last time.

Sadly, this didn't prevent me from waking up at North Beverly on the very last train of the evening one time.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 12, 2005 4:07:56 am PDT #24 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Waving is fine - just no conversation pre-caffeine

Heh, I was actually poking fun at the mood of the entire North Shore commuting population, in the morning. But, yeah, I hear you.


Topic!Cindy - Jul 12, 2005 4:09:00 am PDT #25 of 10001
What is even happening?

However, the first time you wake up in Gloucester with an hour and a half until the next train back tends to make one try to ensure that it's also the last time.

Sadly, this didn't prevent me from waking up at North Beverly on the very last train of the evening one time.

Oh, as usual, dear. I have gotten calls from Scott at the Reading Depot. It's okay if you fall asleep going into town, because North Station is the end of the line. But when you're outbound, and you don't live at the end of the line, it can be a problem. If he ever wakes up in Haverhill, he's on his own.


vw bug - Jul 12, 2005 4:10:43 am PDT #26 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

However, the first time you wake up in Gloucester with an hour and a half until the next train back tends to make one try to ensure that it's also the last time.

Bwah! In my many years of commuting, I never slept through my stop. But, I read through my stop MANY times. I'd just get so lost in my book that the next thing I knew I was at the end of the line. It got so bad for a while that the conductor learned to poke me the stop before mine and tell me to put the book away.


Laura - Jul 12, 2005 4:11:31 am PDT #27 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Ciao Bitches! A new thread as I find I need to run an errand....

later.....


Fred Pete - Jul 12, 2005 4:15:12 am PDT #28 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Top 30!

Not bad, for not being around much yesterday.