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Arf?!
Please let me know if any of them say "miss unka stormy".
Brandy is welcome to all the rassling with Stosh she wants. I wasn't all that much combat minded -- rather pet the cat than rassle with Stosh. Maybe Odessa and I could have a chat with Stosh, but he's not likely to change his ways. -- Christopher A. Young You can't shout down a troll. You have to starve them. .. "Singh" wrote in message ... Just when I thought it couldn't get weirder... Brandy came from an all-volunteer shelter with no proper building but a network of foster-caretakers who raise the cats until they get adopted. She was a kitten when found near a school, fed by kids who gave her scraps from their lunches and played with her at recess. When Marilyn took her, she found a temporary home in a place full of cats and one dog, who was her rough-and-tumble buddy until Louie and I adopted her. She took right away to Stosh, in whom she found a wrasslin buddy apparently on the level of her canine friend. From day one, they've spent their mornings tumbling around in mock battle. Sometimes Brandy--apparently remembering Marilyn's dog--would put her ears back, show her teeth, and growl like a WWE star putting down an opponent. And then there was this morning. I was sitting up in bed and they were rolling around, then came sitting in front of each other taking turns swatting. After being smacked three times, Brandy put her ears back, showed her teeth...and barked. I swear on my mother's dentures, she said ARF in a distinct Miniature Schnauzer accent. At least, how I'd imagine a Miniature Schnauzer would sound: a bit high, very quick, and sounding like it was coming through a fur mustache. Even Stosh took a step back. "What the HELL?!" he said, and looked up at me and Louie. We were stunned. Brandy already licks our faces in the morning. I'm concerned about identity issues, and wonder if she's been well wnough potty-trained, and if there are Electra-complex issues that haven't been worked out as of yet. Blessed be, Baha *** Free account sponsored by SecureIX.com *** *** Encrypt your Internet usage with a free VPN account from http://www.SecureIX.com *** |
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Arf?!
You know the number. I am a forgiving soul if you are. After 9 pm.
Blessed be, Baha Stormin Mormon wrote: Please let me know if any of them say "miss unka stormy". Brandy is welcome to all the rassling with Stosh she wants. I wasn't all that much combat minded -- rather pet the cat than rassle with Stosh. Maybe Odessa and I could have a chat with Stosh, but he's not likely to change his ways. Just when I thought it couldn't get weirder... Brandy came from an all-volunteer shelter with no proper building but a network of foster-caretakers who raise the cats until they get adopted. She was a kitten when found near a school, fed by kids who gave her scraps from their lunches and played with her at recess. When Marilyn took her, she found a temporary home in a place full of cats and one dog, who was her rough-and-tumble buddy until Louie and I adopted her. She took right away to Stosh, in whom she found a wrasslin buddy apparently on the level of her canine friend. From day one, they've spent their mornings tumbling around in mock battle. Sometimes Brandy--apparently remembering Marilyn's dog--would put her ears back, show her teeth, and growl like a WWE star putting down an opponent. And then there was this morning. I was sitting up in bed and they were rolling around, then came sitting in front of each other taking turns swatting. After being smacked three times, Brandy put her ears back, showed her teeth...and barked. I swear on my mother's dentures, she said ARF in a distinct Miniature Schnauzer accent. At least, how I'd imagine a Miniature Schnauzer would sound: a bit high, very quick, and sounding like it was coming through a fur mustache. Even Stosh took a step back. "What the HELL?!" he said, and looked up at me and Louie. We were stunned. Brandy already licks our faces in the morning. I'm concerned about identity issues, and wonder if she's been well wnough potty-trained, and if there are Electra-complex issues that haven't been worked out as of yet. Blessed be, Baha *** Free account sponsored by SecureIX.com *** *** Encrypt your Internet usage with a free VPN account from http://www.SecureIX.com *** -- Message posted via http://www.catkb.com |
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