My previous cats have never freaked out like the incident I just had-- they were pretty mellow, like Sue's, and loved the cardboard scrather thing that I couldn't get this cat to touch!

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Prompted by this conversation, I had to revisit mycathatesyou.com. Hehe. [link]

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Amarna's normally pretty laid back. She only gets nippy occasionally, and she really only goes for my forearm when that happens. She goes on her little tears around the place usually around midnight, but that's part of her daily routine.

But, she's very sweet when she just wants to lay on top of me and be petted; she starts by jumping on my stomach, meowing down into my face, kneading my stomach/boobs/arm until she's ready to lay down, and then positioning herself so that her head is within easy reach of my hand.

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All the dumb-things-done-when-small stories are cracking me up. I was rather well behaved, or at least disinclined to risk my own person. My sister, on the other hand, once infamously stuck a metal nail file into a light switch while our eldest sister was watching her. Sis got zapped, got scared, and big sis had to retrieve the nail file for her. And get zapped herself. She still brings this up on occasion.

We used to have an attack cat. She also peed inside. We put her on a kitty dose of Prozac to help her adjust to being inside, but she never quite took to it. She'd run indoors, eat a ton, mooch as many pets as she could, and then, if we were lucky, she'd run outside again. If we were unlucky, she'd stop to pee on something on her way out.

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Most of the dumb things I did as a kid involved fire or "simulated" weapons. (Trying to be action-movie-esque by dodging things likes sharp sticks and lawn jarts, not thinking about the fact that if we failed to dodge we could get seriously hurt or killed. Or sword-fighting with a wide variety of objects.) I did stick a small metal cylander up my nose (it was a part from one of my broken toys I think) and it got stuck, which promptly made me realize how stupid it was. I managed to get it out on my own because I was mortified of anyone realizing what a dumb thing I had done.

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She'd run indoors, eat a ton, mooch as many pets as she could, and then, if we were lucky, she'd run outside again. If we were unlucky, she'd stop to pee on something on her way out.

This sounds a lot like potty training a toddler.

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Sheeesh, I'd almost been swayed to letting the kids get a kitty recently (as long as it could be an outside cat, because I'm tired of dealing with other creatures bodily wastes), but after reading about the damned attack cats with a taste for Buffista? I'm thinking guppy.

The foot was MUCH less swollen yesterday-- almost normal. Today, I think because I have been upright all day and walking about, it is swollen, but not to anywhere near the size it was, say Tuesday night into Wednesday. At that point, I seriously thought my foot would burst

Oh, Sophia. Please don't be afraid to contact the doctor if you're not getting and staying better enough, fast enough.

I think I confused my cats by coming home this morning to change my clothes.

Walk o'shame, sumi?

So, I found this thing on my desk... it's white and square... I don't think it looks like a tooth... can you ask Christopher if I should swallow it?

He's at school now. I'm quite certain he's memorized the party line and would say, "No! You don't eat anything that isn't food, and you don't eat found food. You only eat food that mommy, daddy, or a trusted grown up gives you. Even at school, if you see a cookie or an M&M lying around, you can't just eat it, and NEVER EVER eat ANYTHING you find in the BATHROOM."

Please do not test his internalization of the party line, by leaving chocolate in the rest room.

I loved and was horrified by your story in equal measure. However, I have to leap to Christopher's defense. This incident is no reflection on Christopher's smarts. I maintain is quite possible for a six-year-old of an, um, inquiring disposition to pop something in their mouth that they later realize is wrong. Like maybe when they are being taken to the hospital.

Signed
At a Book of Matches at Age Six

Robin you evil, evil, evil child. I agree with your defense. He is exceedingly curious, and couldn't resist the impulse.

I was five when I put my hand in the blender, just because my mother told me not to and then put my sister in charge of making sure I didn't when she left the room.

Yeeeee. Did you get hurt, Perkins?

And I do. I can barely recall the child who I buddies with at that preschool, but I remember Garrett-with-the-beans-up-his-nose. He got a lot of them up there. It required a trip to the ER where the staff was just amazed at the number of beans in his nose.

A LiveJournal friend said that when she was a toddler, she stuffed a whole box of raisins up her nose. Her mother gave her the raisins to keep her quiet while they were shopping, looked down at her at some point, and couldn't figure out why her nose was so...LUMPY...then saw that all the raisins were gone.

but my poor aunt ended up retrieving the coin when it eventually worked its way out of my system--yes, in the very yucky way that I won't detail here).

The coin would have had to have been worth thousands of dollars for me to consider that.

I swallowed a quarter on two different occasions. Yes, you read that right, putting a quarter in my mouth and accidentally swallowing it the first time wasn't enough to learn me not to put quarters in my mouth, I did it again a few years later.

Oh Sean, you are Julia, or Julia is you. Nearly. She didn't actually swallow a quarter either time, but she's choked on them, twice.

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I'd be interested to know what bob bob thinks of Sophie's World.

That was one of my favorite books as a middle and high school students. Allyson, I'd definitely reccomend it as a way to get back into philosophy. It's facinating and deep and really intelligent.

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My boss just told me that at two her mother stuffed peas up her nose.

At the hospital they broke her nose to get them out. Since it was war-time Germany there was no one there to set her nose and she still has a bump from it.

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We also had an M&M-up-the-nose incident. Not me, actually, I think it was the same sister. Anyway, M&Ms melt, so all was well.

Poor Cindy. What a nightmare.

This sounds a lot like potty training a toddler.

ha! In general, I'd say that toddlers tend to bite less and cry more over the potty training. Plus cat pee is a lot more stinky.

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