*Teething ring!*
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are you having problems with someone inappropriately PM'ing you? if so, have you reported this to the moderators? they'll know what to do, how to handle something like that.
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Mook caught rummaging
I love Mercy's little piggy nose
Toad , I think, and Mook.
Toad desk squatting.
They are getting so big! I can't believe someone is harassing you by PMing you! I agree I would see if there is a way to report them. Love the not so little meatballs.
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What wonderful photos! Such sweet faces - they really melt my heart. And Toad and Frog have grown up so quickly!
Wow, yeah they have. When you put the pictures side by side they are little tweens now. LOL
What wonderful photos! Such sweet faces - they really melt my heart. And Toad and Frog have grown up so quickly!
Oh noooo, you'll be headed for the teen years soon. haha
I'm loving Mook sleeping along side a wee one.
I'm also loving how Mook & Mercy have the signature golden triangle's above their eyes, although on your sweet babies they aren't as prominent as was Tera or Chestnut.
It certainly seems like your family is coming together in harmony just in time for Christmas. LOL
Tis the Season to be kind and enjoy one another and it seems these little kitties can teach us all something. xo Way to go Mook - I'm so proud of her for joining in
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your babies are looking more like girls lately!! you can see it in their facial expressions! Good job momma!!! you win the momma award of the season!!
LOL...nah...I'm bonded now. They will never be Just Cats to me at this point! In my mind, they still have those big eyes, and wonderful wodgy little tails!
It would be impossible to say who's cutest. They ALL are.
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Lovely little visit with Tera today. lots of info sharing. The link to this thread is supposed to go on her info sheet now and on the info attached to her cage.
That's wonderful! It's great you got to spend some quality time with Tera and terrific this link will now be available to potential adopters. I really think this might help her get adopted faster. After all she is an Internet Star, even if just in our small corner of it. Her story is really endearing, too, plus this way people will get a sense of how loving and sweet she is. This is just fantastic news!
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They will always be my babies.
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And it might just pull in a whole new bunch of cat lovers.
That's wonderful! It's great you got to spend some quality time with Tera and terrific this link will now be available to potential adopters. I really think this might help her get adopted faster. After all she is an Internet Star, even if just in our small corner of it. Her story is really endearing, too, plus this way people will get a sense of how loving and sweet she is. This is just fantastic news!
Now that would be nice!
I'm so happy you get to check on on Tera from time to time. I'm curious, does she remember who you are, and does she smell the scent of meatballs???
Hope all is well.
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Yes she seems to remember me. The show of affection was pretty telling. I doubt she would remember her babies. Remember I keep that red blanket so many pictures are taken on unwashed just vacuumed to maintain the nest for the babies. All my reading suggests once the nest is disrupted and the babies and mother separated they lose the memory that is scent driven. Of course there are exceptions I'm sure. She was silly and playful when we seen her. It's for the best if she isn't longing for her babies.
I need a dose of Cuteness!!!!!!!!
I'm so happy you get to check on on Tera from time to time. I'm curious, does she remember who you are, and does she smell the scent of meatballs???
Hope all is well.
Cuteness coming. New camera and I haven't been able to get the wifi linked up yet. Nice Canon PowerShot SX720 HS Got a great deal on it.
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The Raven
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By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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I love the faces that Mook makes.
Those are *tortlefaces*. Our Tarifa has expressive faces like that, too.
