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I think it's brilliant. I kept looking at the spelling but when I said it out loud I had an ah ha moment.
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Mercy
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Why thank you. I have my odd moments. Actually, I have an astronomical IQ, of which I generally use the lower 60 points. The way I explain it is that I have a firefly mind, it blinks very brightly, but never twice in the same place. I'm a functional nitwit. With mild ADD. My mind is a garden, gone to seed. But it's fun in there. Kinda like Disney World on hallucinogens.
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Found Mooky's after spay picture. Look at the little heart she wears.
Was that a tattoo they gave her when she was spayed? That's adorable. My boys got little green tattoos but just a little line.
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Yeah I got to choose from several simple shapes.
That's so neat. Mine were at a very high-volume spay/neuter clinic (it's part of one of the biggest no-kill cat shelters in Chicago), and no such option was offered. I totally would have gotten them hearts.
Awwwww. What a wonderful way to say, "My mommy loves me. She got me spayed!"
Quote from my slightly twisted but oh so funny father..."Show me a man who admits his cat's been fixed, and I'll show you a man who called a spayed a spayed."
Quote from my slightly twisted but oh so funny father..."Show me a man who admits his cat's been fixed, and I'll show you a man who called a spayed a spayed."
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- #108
Well we know where you got it from.
This is so sadly true. We both tend to laugh in the most inappropriate circumstances (well, he did, I do). The most noteworthy was at his mother's funeral, when we realized that when the two funeral homes consolidated and hyphenated their names, they made it possible for my grandmother to be buried by the fine firm of Rideout-Underwood. My only defense is that my grandmother would have been HOWLING over it. Given the choice, I will laugh rather than cry. Sometimes the pain is too deep, but even then there are brief moments.
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Never in 5 years has Mook walked up to me , paw patted me and vocalized. Never. Well she did this morning. In fact it was a noise I'd never heard out of her before. Something between a chirp and trill. She then led me to the kitchen where she plopped down by her full food dish and waited to be petted. Every morning from very early on , over 11 years this was a ritual shared by Kitten and myself. Kitten wanna eat with pets or she would simply sit there and wait. I didn't know what to do. Just sorta blurted out Mooky wanna eat. pet pet pet and she started to eat.
I took a bath last night and no sooner had I hit that wonderful hot water than I heard the plaintive wail of cat sorrow. I'm alone, I'm alone I'm alone. I haven't taken a bath in over 11 years that Kitten didn't sing outside the door. She was specifically excluded after numerous failed tight rope acts that ended poorly for both of us.
I miss by big fluffy cat that went limp in my arms and followed me everywhere and was shameless in getting what she wanted from me.
I was making casseroles for a pot luck and I cut that hard plastic off they put around the rim to hold them together in the store. It was one of Kittens favorite things. She loved to sit on the floor and crackle it and play. I folded it up and tucked next to her urn. I simply had on idea what else to do with it.
Little Mercy is tucked up on the matt by the kitchen sink. A place Kitten claimed long ago because it gave her the perfect vantage point to supervise all that went on. And life stumbles on in our little house.
I took a bath last night and no sooner had I hit that wonderful hot water than I heard the plaintive wail of cat sorrow. I'm alone, I'm alone I'm alone. I haven't taken a bath in over 11 years that Kitten didn't sing outside the door. She was specifically excluded after numerous failed tight rope acts that ended poorly for both of us.
I miss by big fluffy cat that went limp in my arms and followed me everywhere and was shameless in getting what she wanted from me.
I was making casseroles for a pot luck and I cut that hard plastic off they put around the rim to hold them together in the store. It was one of Kittens favorite things. She loved to sit on the floor and crackle it and play. I folded it up and tucked next to her urn. I simply had on idea what else to do with it.
Little Mercy is tucked up on the matt by the kitchen sink. A place Kitten claimed long ago because it gave her the perfect vantage point to supervise all that went on. And life stumbles on in our little house.
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I have a horrible sense of what is often referred to a gallows humor. I've been sent to my room more than once.
I was just a little kid when my maternal grandfather died, so this was all relayed to me. It was in January of 1978. AKA, the month of one of the worst blizzards in Chicago's history. His funeral fell right after the blizzard. Some of the lights on the funeral home sign were out, so people approaching for the funeral saw a sign that said "FUN HOME". That's just one story I have heard about that day, the others are a bit off-key themselves, lol.
I think life is about finding the good or even humor in all things, even the bad times.
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Little Mercy stretched her paws and mommy ate her jellybean toes..teehee
Awwwww lol. I remember I used to kiss Lucky's little toes! They were so adorable, and he'd let me, then at some point he'd pull his paw away as if to say, "Stop it ma, the others are looking at me weird!"
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Mook would have me arrested for even trying on her. Mercy seems to be a willing victim if it involves attention.
Lucky is the only one that ever let me do a lot of things with him. Sara would look at me like I'm crazy. The boys sometimes humor me when I carry them in what I call the "Superman pose" that I did so often with Lucky. Well, Oliver humors me, Oscar not so much. Oscar doesn't even like having his head touched 90% of the time, even when petting him. He's such a weird cat.
Haven't tried a lot of this with Pea-Pea yet. She does let me kiss her on the head, so there is that. And she gave me kisses the morning she got spayed, but I'm still convinced she was tastng me because she was hungry.
Haven't tried a lot of this with Pea-Pea yet. She does let me kiss her on the head, so there is that. And she gave me kisses the morning she got spayed, but I'm still convinced she was tastng me because she was hungry.
All I have do to is say, "Gonna kiss her widdle cat lips," and Hekitty is on the other side of the room. Doncha just love those little jelly beans? Hek's are licorice, I, myself am partial to the cotton candy ones, but hers do suit her. Torties with pink toesies would look a bit odd, unless there were a lot of white spots. You are so blessed that Mercy is so affectionate. I wouldn't change Hekitty but for that one thing. It's all about her timing. But even that I kinda like.
Yeah, I've been sent to my room a few times myself. Occasionally by me. There's that moment when you put your face in your hands and think, "did I just say that out loud?" Those are the moments when I miss my dad the most, because he would have those devils dancing in his eyes, egging me on to even greater sins.
Actually, having thought about it, I've concluded that most of my mother's family were and are very prim and proper and quite concerned with appearances. Most of my dad's, on the other hand, were a bunch of renegades, rebrobates and downright pirates. Even my very Southern Belle grandmother on his side was as spicy as they come. I'm go very glad I take after dad
Yeah, I've been sent to my room a few times myself. Occasionally by me. There's that moment when you put your face in your hands and think, "did I just say that out loud?" Those are the moments when I miss my dad the most, because he would have those devils dancing in his eyes, egging me on to even greater sins.
Actually, having thought about it, I've concluded that most of my mother's family were and are very prim and proper and quite concerned with appearances. Most of my dad's, on the other hand, were a bunch of renegades, rebrobates and downright pirates. Even my very Southern Belle grandmother on his side was as spicy as they come. I'm go very glad I take after dad
I am strongly put in mind of the night a friend came into Chattanooga, TN, where I was living at the time, at the end of a very long, tiring bus trip. He was exhausted, and misread a discreet neon sign (can there be discreet neon? Well, it was smallish and dim) that read, "Franklin-Strickland Funeral Home" as "Franklin Steakhouse and Funeral Home." He had the oddest idea of the folks in Chattanooga!
Yes, it may even be life-saving, certainly life-affirming, to find the humor in the bad times, once the worst of the shock and pain is over.
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Last night during the kitty krazies Mercy managed to wedge herself between the ceiling and the top of a book shelf. And that my dear little baby cat is why you are crated at night.
Oh my... poor Mercy!
