no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun

SHHH that's MY secret!! How are you doing today? Haven't seen many posts from you this week.

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

Obviously well kept from NPP and Mrs. BB.



I was on my annual April Richmond visit to attend school events with family children.

no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun

Hope you had an enjoyable time. Take care my friend.
SWMBO

Larry the Legend Loc: Not hiding in Milton

I had a really crazy cat when I was at college. Named him Scroggy after a (almost) famous greyhound. It was a real hoot to sit in the kitchen and watch him ambush dogs from the bushes out front. He messed with the wrong dog one day, and Scroggy was no more. Aw. So I went out, had a few beers and came home with a rottweiler puppy that I named... Wait for it... Zack! (Thought I was going to say Scroggy, didn't you?)

By the time Zack was done growing, he was one very large Rottweiler. Weighing in at just a little under 140lbs, he could put his paws on my shoulders and look me in the eyes. He also had a very twisted sense of humor, but more on that some other time. Funny really; Zack was the better dog, but there was no cat like Scroggy, who was named after, of all things, a dog.

Mr Bombastic

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

I'm a puupy person first.......Have had a cat or two, but nothing like a dog... They love unconditionally and are so much fun watching them do all their little things..



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Larry the Legend Loc: Not hiding in Milton

Want to find out if your spouse or your dog loves you more? Try this. Lock them both in the garage. Go out for a few hours (I'm partial to the bar in football season), when you get back, open the garage and see which one's happier to see you.

Annnnd... that's how the fight started.....

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

lolol, go get a job in a warehouse as a mouser??? Good one, what does it pay by the way and if you say a mouse an hour we'll be talking again...~~

Mr Bombastic

I used to have a Pekingese dog. It loved to play tug of war, with an old sweat sock. One day, I was reading a book on the sofa. She brought the sock over to me and dropped it on the floor. I shook my head and told her I was busy. So she grabbed the sock again, ran around the room like a dervish, then ran toward the couch, did a belly flop, sliding under the couch past the little skirt on the bottom. She did this a few time, as I laughed my ass off. Then she screwed up. There was a post behind the skirt. Right in the middle. She ran face first into it. She rocked back on her rear, with a dazed expression, and the socked dropped from her mouth. I never laughed so hard in my life. I really miss that little bugger. Not a day went by when she didn't make me laugh out loud. Dogs are freakin' AWESOME!

Progressive One

yeah it pays...dinner........some cats eat rodents....this homeless guy had one that followed him like a dog...we would go and talk to the guy and offer a brew and money....the cat would walk right up to us...drop a gopher it had caught and would start crunching away....ewwww!! Cat food was never an issue...the thing actually got fatter..........

badbobby Loc: texas

cat would be too lazy to chase the mouse

Mr Bombastic

We took in a stray once. About 6 months old, I think. I watched in amazement, as it caught and ate three mice in less than thirty minutes. A champion mouser by anyones standard.

badbobby Loc: texas

love both animals
my last cat was named T-Cat
he would run off or beat up(if the dog was brave enough to stay in his reach)any dog that came around
but he was as affectionate as any dog could be(to my wife)
he absolutely adored her
and would condescend to let me pet him

Progressive One

yep...that cat I mentioned ate gophers......he supersized his order..large frines............

QuestGirl Loc: Jayhawk Country

You do realize Larry, animals take on the personality of their owners when raised properly.

I had a cat that thought he was a dog. He came I when called and talked when I entered the room. He would also scratch up the door frame when he wanted out to take care of his business. Stretched out, his paws may have come close to my shoulders, but not enough to look me in the eye.

His name was Gabriel. My tuxedo wearing cat, a Penguin with a diamond on his forehead. He weighed nearly 20 pounds, but he wasn't fat, not when you stretched him out. He had lots of extra skin to grow into, if needed. One of the shortest tailed cats I've ever seen.

His sister's name was Elsa, with the coat of a Chinchilla with green eyes. She was a bit of a pain, always wanting something! Sound familiar? I acquired them both from a local grain elevator. I went shopping for one male kitten, and came home with one of each. She was just too darn pretty to leave behind and the only female in the litter of 5.

My daughter chose Gabriel, while I chose Elsa. The complete opposite of what I had intended when this venture was first discussed. No female cat I had told her. She said she didn't want a girl cat, she wanted a girl kitten. Well, we know how that ends, regardless of the gender!