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Saturday, 07 April 2007 01:15:09
I know how it starts. You know the story - news at 11 - 29 cats removed from the home of an elderly lady. Well it didn't start out that way. Once she was a hot mom, just doin her thing and the kids talk her into a cat. Off to the shelter they go to pick one out. They enter a room with cages covering one wall and in each cage is a couple or so cats. Now these cats are smart, they have learned the "hey pick me pick me" manuever of sticking their wittle paws out of the cage and beckoning in a sad sort of way. Now Hot mom was probably a sensitive sort of person and when the kids picked a cat out that was rooming with another simiarly sized cat, well the hot mom PROBABLY thought that you couldn't separate them. I mean hot mom probably had two boys and envisioned someone taking just one of the kids and leaving the other to lanquish lonely and pathetic in the cage. So the kids get a cat each and all is happy. I mean whats the big deal, you scoop poop for one anyway, so two wouldn't matter. Then as time goes along everyone is just amazed at how easy cats are. You put out enough little boxes, arrance for someone to put in fresh water and food and you can go away happy in the knowledge that the cats routine hasn't changed in your absence. And THATS when it happens. Once you are lulled into a sense of security. A sense of comfort in how easy the little buggers are, thats when they get you. Because one day someone you know will have a cat they can't keep so you will say sure I'll take it, I have two whats one more. And then there is the stray cat at work that looks cold in the winter, and the kitten that shows up in the yard. Soon there are 12 cats and if you are going to have 12 well whats one more?????!!!!!!! So do not make fun of the dear old thing. She was young once, she was YOU once, and she got taken by the CATS.
Saturday, 07 April 2007 15:36:37
Hi there, While out on Monday my friends and I were remembering something that we now apparently only call 'that day'. 'That day' happened to be Tuesday 31st August 2004. We had all decided to go to Newcastle so John and I could check out the city before we started uni. It was an uneventful day (apart from being harrassed by a madman in a church) until we got back to Durham. Since we had an hour until the bus came John, Al and Karl decided to buy a bottle of Leffe (Belgian beer if you don't know) and go and drink it down by the river. Andrew and I went to the Cathedral instead. When we got back we found out that Karl had dared Al to run up a steep hill. And then to run back down. Unfortunately, Al couldn't stop and ran into a bench at the bottom and somersaulted over it. Even more unfortunately, it had metal spikes sticking out the back; which Al hit and nearly castrated himself. Now Karl's reaction was apparently hilarious. He stood there saying nah over again. Al's reaction was to stand up and walk it off. If that was me I would have been screaming for an ambulance, but not Al. On the bus home we were all talking about it and Al just turned round and said: "you're not stil going on about that are you?" That was when we decided Al was hard as nails. He probably wouldn't even have gone to the hospital if his dad hadn't forced him. TTFN Jennifer -x-
Saturday, 07 April 2007 15:43:59
So, last night Southern Marylanders got four inches of snow. This was our first snow of the year, and it came about two months too late to do any good!
Saturday, 07 April 2007 19:02:15
I am aware that I live in northern Europe and that spring might come late up here but this is just ridiculous. Three days of storm and snow. Yay. Just when we had put away our winter clothes...