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Friday, 06 August 2004 01:03:27
Okay, recently I noticed that there was a thread about the end of the movie. Okay, I haven't read this, because I'd like to see the end. Sure, it'd be cool to know, but... I'd rather wait. Just, I find it odd that people want to tell off the secret. Okay, just my 2 cents. And such....uh, the movie will end with cool music and credits.
Friday, 06 August 2004 06:29:48
Okay, never had to introduce one cat to another. It's not going as well as I hoped. So....help? tips? suggestions? Landry had very good suggestions, but we kinda forgot to talk about what happens AFTER having them sniff each other while both are being held by people. I did that, they sniffed and my cat hissed, she hissed, blah..So day 2, they spend the night apart (geez they're beginning to sound like a married couple :wink:). Now I put her in a carrier, like robinhood suggested. Seems to work 'cos at least they can't fight. Well my big furry beast Nemo (the cat, the cat!) seems more social than I thought. He's lying next to the carrier as we speak (or type and read), but she (less than half his size) is seriously growling and hissing, now what? She even lashed out at him. I don't want to keep them apart for ever, but don't want them fight like..uhm..well like cats I guess. Does anyone know if this is normal? am I doing it wrong? will they ever get along?....and so on.. HELP!!!!! :crap:
Friday, 06 August 2004 20:42:23
This is not about me for once. Normally I cringe at my blogs because I feel a little self-conscious and narcissistic about always being my own main subject. Yeah, yeah, I know all the arguments about why that's a kind of idiotic way to feel, but feelings don't ask for explanations... I think that's why I enjoy reading everyone else's blogs so much. It's nice to be outside the faint guilt of looking at myself in a textual mirror. Besides, I like knowing that others have the same kinds of feelings and issues and trials and tribulations and events and worries and blinding moments of happines and....well, you get the picture. *twang!* (The sound of a guilty conscience being plucked like a nearly naked chicken.) WARNING! The subject of this entry is going to be very sad and painful. If you find it hard to read about the euthanization of pets, then please skip this and I'll write something more upbeat later. I promise. (I'll need to do that if only for myself. I'm feeling a little heartsick at the moment.) First let me say that the author of the following letter is a friend of mine. She's one of the most fantastic people I've had the pleasure of knowing and, if you follow the thread of her "live-journal" blog, you'll also see that she's one of the best writers you'll ever read. (When I finally get back to who I thought I wanted to be when I was growing up, I sincerely hope that that version of me can write as well as she does.) For those of you who want an inside view of this person, here's the link to her journal: