Mooshu~ma.
She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.
Wash ,'War Stories'
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Laura - Mar 07, 2010 11:58:03 am PST #12430 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
WindSparrow - Mar 07, 2010 12:11:36 pm PST #12431 of 30000
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.
Puppy~ma for Mooshu. Poor guy.
And I'm glad to hear that Andy cat is doing better.
My own pride are sleeping on my bed. In an interesting role reversal, when I got up from my nap, it was Sammie who took over my warm spot, and Harvey who continued being dead to the world.
Barb - Mar 07, 2010 12:18:56 pm PST #12432 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh yay, Andy cat.
And thanks for the ~ma, everyone. I spent most of yesterday afternoon tearing up and feeling as if I'd fucked up utterly somewhere along the way. I so hate seeing the four-legged babies suffer, since it's so much harder for them to articulate what's bothering them, you know?
-t - Mar 07, 2010 12:26:57 pm PST #12433 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Poor pup.
Hooray for Andy cat recovery!
ChiKat - Mar 07, 2010 12:27:54 pm PST #12434 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, Barb...you did everything you could for Mooshu and he's being taken care of today. Don't beat yourself up. ~ma to Mooshu.
Yay, for Andy cat!
My cat is a bit...not mad...wary of me today. I had the nerve to trim the claws on one paw. He knows another paw needs to be done and is a bit jumpy waiting for it to happen.
javachik - Mar 07, 2010 12:28:28 pm PST #12435 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Yay for Andy, pray for Mooosh.
Zenkitty - Mar 07, 2010 12:32:41 pm PST #12436 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
So glad Andy Cat is doing better!
brenda m - Mar 07, 2010 12:34:06 pm PST #12437 of 30000
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
Best luck for Mooshu.
I am now officially becatted. Or at least I think so - she disappeared straight into the back closet on arrival and hasn't budged in the five or six hours since. Poor traumatized kitty cat.
Laura - Mar 07, 2010 12:51:33 pm PST #12438 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
I'm curious to see how Georgia responds to moving. We plan to use the margarine on the paws trick to see if it helps her find her way. I expect that the moment I let her out she will leave for several days. During which time I will be totally freaked. Of course, I will attempt to keep her home, but that is likely to fail.
Brandy will handle the transition with ease since she won't leave my side anyway. As long as mom is near it is all good.
So who wants to come help me purge and deal with 25 years of accumulated stuff? So far I have given it a great deal of thought, but not so much with the action.
WindSparrow - Mar 07, 2010 12:57:14 pm PST #12439 of 30000
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.
I'm curious to see how Georgia responds to moving. We plan to use the margarine on the paws trick to see if it helps her find her way. I expect that the moment I let her out she will leave for several days. During which time I will be totally freaked. Of course, I will attempt to keep her home, but that is likely to fail.
Keep her inside for at least a week. There is a theory that at least part of feline navigation is sensing electromagnetic fields of the earth, and it takes a while for the cat to get tuned in to the new location. I'm not sure if I am explaining this correctly but ats who wander away from new homes and end up at their old ones often do that because they get disoriented, and their homing instincts lead them the electromagnetic fields they know best.