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Hilarious, and now I know how to describe it when Wilson
is rocketing through the room and hasn't time to skirt round things and just runs with two side legs up on the*in the way object*, as you said* the wall of death* run cheers Jean. David Yehudah wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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"David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. ... Cheers, Dave Good to hear from you and to see that things are going along as usual with the furry ones. I hope all will improve with you as well. Annie |
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Yeeee-haw! Dave's back. You've been missed, sir.
Sam "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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Great story Dave. Your stories are a big part of what drew me to this group in
the sprin of 2000. Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There's Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. |
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In article , "lrulan" wrote: damn, Dave! Where was the BW? Welcome back Jazz & his mama -- I thought Dave Yehuda=BW Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There's Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. |
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Dave, I've loved all your stories on Flippy's Cat page and that's
partially what led me here to this group. Glad that you're feeling better and hope to hear more stories of your furry friends. Kristi |
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Thanks, Suz. It was everybody else's good humor that got me here to
stay. All the other cat groups were having flame wars almost constantly, a couple of which even drew me in. Cheers, Dave SUQKRT wrote: Great story Dave. Your stories are a big part of what drew me to this group in the sprin of 2000. Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There's Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. |
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