tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post9173602126863392899..comments2010-12-03T19:21:19.867+01:00kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614093873287718081noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-40681950423154808002010-12-03T19:21:19.867+01:002010-12-03T19:21:19.867+01:00This is awful and awesome all in one. I feel for ya, my TWENTY year old cat just bit the dust about a month ago :( Too soon to say bit the dust? I don&#39;t know. But I, like you one day will be, sure as HELL am glad I no longer have to smell every one of my worldly possessions, including my BED, for pee before I use it :)Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00301207636014192820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-4716000543788391262010-11-18T23:08:51.384+01:002010-11-18T23:08:51.384+01:00Poor Vivian. I hope she feels better soon and understands the friend she has in you. Give her a nice head pat for me. <br />I must relate this story because it&#39;s appropriate and well, this story&#39;s never appropriate, so...<br />The first time my husband went to my parent&#39;s for dinner their cat, Bailey, walked over to Eric&#39;s seat at the table, looked up, cocked his head and without pause or warning, Rorschached the dining room wall. We sat there in stunned silence. Bailey then climbed atop Eric&#39;s chair via Eric&#39;s torso. For several minutes he sat behind Eric, flicking his tail in and out of Eric&#39;s face until my Dad physically removed him. I knew right then and there, my husband was a keeper. My parents were mortified, but still managed to host a lovely dinner for us at which we all got pretty tanked. We had to put Bailey down soon after. Not because he shit-up a wall, but because he had cancer. Sad. He was a good cat.Karennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-89022503580871619682010-11-17T07:12:00.118+01:002010-11-17T07:12:00.118+01:00Bwaha! I mean... <br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />*sympathy*<br /><br />(But Lordy is that awful yet funny.)See Kate run.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00913701914113335102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-15607964280793595002010-11-17T01:21:54.463+01:002010-11-17T01:21:54.463+01:00And I thought my cat (who sometimes gets confused and thinks the bathtub is a toilet) was bad. Yikes. *sympathy hug*Monster Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839910278667368235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-47467197095222030862010-11-15T22:09:16.336+01:002010-11-15T22:09:16.336+01:00haha...i suppose it&#39;s just another thing to do in the morning before work...check shoes to see if cat has pee&#39;d on themdull boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956201443257275276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-57256031740176696202010-11-15T18:41:11.342+01:002010-11-15T18:41:11.342+01:00I guess I&#39;ll just count my blessings that all I have to deal with is the occasional pile of cat vomit in the basement. <br />I occasionally brush my dog&#39;s teeth (otherwise his breath smells fishy- yuk), but I&#39;ve never even heard of brushing cat&#39;s teeth. Isn&#39;t that a good way to learn about severe facial disfiguration?Whiskeymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33116523.post-39494616917689446332010-11-15T17:59:05.725+01:002010-11-15T17:59:05.725+01:00Oooh poor kitty :(<br /><br />I&#39;m big on brushing my dogs&#39; teeth and for whatever reason they love it. Yes, my two dogs love dental picks and peanut butter flavored tooth paste. I try to do it every couple of days. For two reasons, health, and because I don&#39;t want to smell bad breath when they surprise kiss. <br /><br />I suppose cats don&#39;t surprise kiss.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14102694829888888238noreply@blogger.com