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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Sept 30, 2005 9:46:46 GMT -6
Sorry bud almost missed this. Yeah...I think he was kinda weirded out at that point. Our dog examiner had just finished checking him out. He went through a bunch of poking a prodding. Poor guy. He recovered though and was right back to his hell on wheels attitude. I hvae no idea how he got that way. Couldn't have anything to do with his foster parents could it? lol
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 3, 2005 17:37:09 GMT -6
Sorry bud almost missed this. Yeah...I think he was kinda weirded out at that point. Our dog examiner had just finished checking him out. He went through a bunch of poking a prodding. Poor guy. He recovered though and was right back to his hell on wheels attitude. I hvae no idea how he got that way. Couldn't have anything to do with his foster parents could it? lol Yeah, thought it was probably something like that, a bit strange for the poor little guy. And why, you ask, would he have a "badass" attitude, gee, it beats me.
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Post by Siren on Oct 4, 2005 20:26:44 GMT -6
I guess I should've saved this pic till Christmastime. Here are my little furry roommates Bud (black & white) and Sissy (calico). Every year, when I put Santa on display, they're delighted to lie in his lap at every opportunity.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 4, 2005 20:43:34 GMT -6
AWWW.....check that out! Very cool. Thanks for sharing!
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Post by Joxcenia on Oct 4, 2005 21:08:42 GMT -6
Adorable...
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 4, 2005 22:41:48 GMT -6
They look like a couple of well fed and very contented moggies, that's for sure.
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Post by Siren on Oct 5, 2005 15:02:51 GMT -6
Well-fed? Well, you know what they say about pets resembling their owners!
Thanks for letting me share, gang. ~Siren
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 5, 2005 15:54:19 GMT -6
No problem...I call this thread Scrappy's Sanity thread. I'm always happy to hear good stories.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 28, 2005 15:21:37 GMT -6
Just thought I'd throw out a little Halloween animal type stuff. Not exactly the nicest stuff but definately halloweenie....got this from a superstition site.
In the Middle Ages, black cats were thought to be the devil. On Easter and Shrove Tuesday during the Middle Ages, black cats were routinely hunted down and burned. Cats accused of being witches' familiars were generally burned alive.
It was also believed that if a cat were to jump over a dead body, the corpse would become a vampire. In order to reverse this process, the cat had to be killed.
Another superstition says that witches could shape shift in to the form of a cat in order to get closer to their victims. Witches were thought to have cherished their cats so much that it could be a potentially dangerous situation if any harm came to them. In one story, an innkeeper's dog had killed a witches' cat. The innkeeper's servant dug a grave for the cat while the saddened witch stood by and watched. The witch asked if the servant would say some words over the cats body before burying it. The servant laughed and threw the cats body in the grave, saying "'Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Here's a hole and go thou must." The witched threatened, "'Very well, you will be punished, as you will see." The next day, as the servant was plowing a field, a rock was thrown up and hit him in the eyes. He was blinded for life.
Black Cats - In ancient Egypt, the Goddess Bast was a black, female cat. Christians, wanting to rid society of all traces of other religions, convinced the ignorant that black cats were demons in disguise and should thus be destroyed. In the process, they also destroyed the kindly ladies who cared for the cats, believing them to be witches. Being demons, a black cat crossing your path would create a barrier of evil, cutting you off from God and blocking the entrance to heaven.
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Post by xenavirgin on Oct 28, 2005 15:43:08 GMT -6
Black Cats - In ancient Egypt, the Goddess Bast was a black, female cat. Christians, wanting to rid society of all traces of other religions, convinced the ignorant that black cats were demons in disguise and should thus be destroyed. In the process, they also destroyed the kindly ladies who cared for the cats, believing them to be witches. Being demons, a black cat crossing your path would create a barrier of evil, cutting you off from God and blocking the entrance to heaven. [/font] [/quote] Ahhh Bast (or Bastet) Now there was a goddess!! If you believe Herodotus the Greek Historian, her cult from the Late Period (c.600 BCE) practiced orgiastic rites several times a year. But always bring a good sized salt lick with you when you visit Herodotus. However, I like the full story of how Bast came to be. Ra, the king of the gods was displeased with human kind and wished to destroy them. He gave this task to Sekhmet the lioness goddess, to hunt down and detsroy all humankind. Now Sekhmet relished her roll and savaged the people from dawn till dusk. The other gods heard the cries of the dying and terrified and begged Ra to relent. Ra did relent and called on Sekhmet to stop her hunting. But Sekhmet had come to love the taste of blood above all things and continued in her rampage. In desparation the gods created a lake of beer and coloured red with ochre and Sekhmet came and drank the lake dry. As she grew tipsy with the alcohol, she mellowed, and became mild and turned into a purring Cat contentedly sleeping. Ra allowed her to be worshipped as both the lioness Sekhemet defender of Ra and as Bast a goddess of love and fertility. There is the most adorable little statuette of Bast with a whole litter of 6 kittens all in a row beside her all mimicking her posture, in the Petrie Museum where I'm a volunteer. It's only tiny, but cast in bronze, it's just so sweet. As my wifeling says.. "Cats are proof og God!"
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Post by Phalon on Nov 3, 2005 7:44:54 GMT -6
Cats. Sigh.
Yesterday, our seemingly never-ending construction project continued to construct; contractors in and out of the house all day. My day off, but I was in and out of the house all day also.....so I didn't notice one of the cats was missing....slipped out when the contractors propped open the doors to bring whatever equipment contractors need to bring in propped open doors.
No surprize I didn't notice he was gone - they sleep all day and come alive around 1am with the sole purpose of keeping me awake....1am, and whenever they deem themselves hungry - which is nearly a constant thing.
Dinnertime for us people, and only one cat hovering 'neath the table. Uh-oh. Combed the house; searched the basement; the yard. Called his name inside the house and out. Nothing.
The youngest cat; the stupid but lovable idiot was the one missing; the one who doesn't go outside because he has not learned the boundries of the yard, (the smart more cat-like one stays in the yard). Hubs and LX walk the neighborhood using a flashlight that could subsitute for a spotlight to land planes. Again....nothing.
One moping cat missing his buddy, two heartbroken weeping daughters, a husband who is already prematurely thinking replacement kitten cuz he can't stand to see his girls so upset, and me - the calm and collected one. (eye-roll)
Nine o'clock: Bedtime for the girls. A cupboard door slams in the bathroom. Out walks lovable idiot; stretching after his long nap, all warm and toasty from sleeping on a stack of towels.
Need to bring back out the child-safety locks for the cabinets again, I'm thinking. Just for peace of mind.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2005 10:37:05 GMT -6
Did you give him the "You scared me half to death lecture?" Dogs at least have enough sense to look remorseful when being lectured, ears down head lowered. Cats don't have to be. He probably sauntered out of the bathroom as if you should have known he was there the whole time.
"Dogs have owners. Cats have servants."
One of our favorite sayings at the shelter. Very glad it all turned out well for you and the youngins.
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Post by Joxcenia on Nov 3, 2005 17:47:11 GMT -6
After the death of one of my cats, I thought I was in for another cry. So glad everything turned out okay. <deep sigh of relief>
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 3, 2005 17:48:21 GMT -6
You know what else they say Scrappy,
"Cats leave paw prints on your heart."
My two do, even if one is a fluffy devil and his sister is the only Autistic cat I've ever known.
XV
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Post by Phalon on Nov 3, 2005 23:23:22 GMT -6
Yes, cats leave paw-prints on your heart....in the chocolate cake...on the counter...across the floor....on my wool sweater!!!
Sheesh, mine are into everything....all the time.
Ah well. Sigh. Gotta love them. Right?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2005 23:25:22 GMT -6
Ah but just think how you would feel with out them.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 5, 2005 0:28:45 GMT -6
Did I ever mention my cat is the supreme ruler of the Universe? No? She is so obnoxious even the dogs are afraid of her. Apparently I just did something I needed to be punished for. She snuck up on me and wrapped herself around my leg.....exscuse me while I go bandage mysaelf up.....
Gotta love em. ;D
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Post by Joxcenia on Nov 5, 2005 17:25:49 GMT -6
Okay... does she have fresh food and water? Does her litterbox need to be scooped? Did you jump out at her recently and scare the crap out of her? Was she trying to get your attention and you were blowing her off? ... ... These are some things to consider...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 7, 2005 22:26:59 GMT -6
Never question the thought process of the supream ruler of the universe...I just bow and scrape like all her other minions. lol
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Post by Joxcenia on Nov 7, 2005 22:47:45 GMT -6
When you think you have a cat all figured out it'll prove you wrong.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 7, 2005 22:50:33 GMT -6
Everytime.....lol
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 8, 2005 16:27:12 GMT -6
When you call, a dog will come running...... a cat will take a message and get back to you. XV
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Post by kt on Nov 8, 2005 19:41:48 GMT -6
XV's cat ate my skirt...I'll just leave y'all to ponder that for a moment...
;D ;D
KT xx
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 8, 2005 19:47:19 GMT -6
Um..were you wearing it at the time?
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Post by kt on Nov 8, 2005 19:54:27 GMT -6
Hehe!! ;D Nah...the cat slept in the same room as me last night, and it must have done that pawing and sucking thing, cause my skirt has liiiittle tiny holes in it But i wasn't wearing it at the time...*sniggers* Kt xx
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 8, 2005 19:55:25 GMT -6
LMAO..ok that is too funny. He/she must like you then.
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Post by kt on Nov 8, 2005 20:08:00 GMT -6
He is a cutie!! And huge!! I feel honoured that my sweaty skirt was worthy of his sucking.... And that sounded reeeally darn weird... LOL!!!! Kt xx
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 8, 2005 21:22:55 GMT -6
Um...yeah it did.....lmao
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 20, 2005 23:27:41 GMT -6
So I have a friend, you all may know her, who keeps trying to get me to tell some of my work stories. I keep saying that some of the things I see everyday are way too depressing for anyone who doesn’t work there to have to hear about. But, she also pointed out that there are occasionally stories to tell that make all the hard stuff worth it. So I guess if no one minds I’ll share a little of both.
I spend a lot of my time at work attempting to become immune to sadness. People can do a lot of really horrible things everyday to animals and I would be willing to bet that we only see a tenth of what is really going on out there. 90% of my job is all about giving these animals the most love and comfort they may have ever gotten in their lives. Even if that means holding them and comforting them when their last moments arrive. And that’s ok too, because sometimes it’s just as necessary as feeding them. And sometimes it’s not. And honestly that’s the hardest part to deal with.
And then there are the times that we all hang on to just to keep us going to work everyday and dealing with it. Like when our favorite animals get adopted to good people. A couple of weeks ago Junior got adopted, by some really good people. He had been there almost six months. And everyone cheered when he went home. And tonight, we got a stray in and I found his owner who was so happy to have his dog back after two weeks that he cried. Can’t tell you how emotional it is to see a grown man cry over his dog.
And speaking of grown men, it’s always the most hardcore that surprise me. The very large tattooed biker type who absolutely bawled when we returned the ashes of his lab mix, and the cowboy who brought us his 15 year old heeler to put to sleep because he couldn’t walk. The man was joking and smiling right up until I brought his dog back out to him (he wanted him buried under his favorite tree), then he broke down and cried and said thank you to me when I laid his dog in the front seat of his truck.
All of those things and more keep me going back to work everyday because though they may be few and far between there are good and kind moments there. Because even though yesterday I may have had a day where all I wanted to do was curl up and drink myself blind, tomorrow I may have a hand in saving a life. For however long.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 20, 2005 23:30:10 GMT -6
Sorry for the ramble folks.....I swear I'll actually get to some good stories soon.
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