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I'm having a memory failure. If my brain cells are working, didn't Fritzie
and I get along OK? I sure hope so! -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "Singh" wrote in message ... I lived alone much of my life, and have had to deal with lousy jobs, lousy men, unemployment, rehab after a bad accident, and the baggage of a sordid upbringing. Through all this, my Fritzie, who left to enter the Court of our God/dess last December, stood by me. He was fiercely loyal, perhaps nowhere more so than in evaluating the men I chose to date. Sal was a hardcore Trekkie who lived for conventions, never bothered to find a job and sponged off his father for money to go see whatever sci-fi person came to town. He's come to my apartment-a nasty little efficiency with barely room to breathe, but dirt cheap-and lounge around all day watching videos. Fritzie would climb to a high space and divebomb him, right in his paunchy gut. For hours; and hours; and more hours. No matter how Sal tried to place himself, he could not escape Fritzie, who thought he was a toy, not a sentient being to respect. David, a friend of Sal's, couldn't decide between me and a nasty woman who was excellent at verbal emasculation. Fritzie swore at him and slapped his hand away every time DAvid tried to pet him. Jeff, my experiment in cohabitation that went horribly wrong, got hissed at regularly. Fritzie would walk into the computer room casually, sit next to Jeff, and hurl obscenities at him that would peel the wallpaper. These three relationships were doomed to fail. Mitch, a fellow from Toronto, did not earn trampolining, nor swats, nor cusswords. In fact, I first thought Fritzie accepted him until I saw that when he visited, Fritzie thoroughly ignored him. Never bothered to come for a petting or a treat the way he did when my buddies "Aunt Sandy" and "Uncle Randy" came by. always sat by me, never Mitch. I came to realize that Fritzie had total contempt for him, and I learned why: Mitch gave off way bad vibes. I learned that he was a white supremacist involved with the "Christian Identity" movement and that he believed that the Holocaust was a bunch of horsesh*t and propaganda set up by the US government. My father was a political prisoner under Hitler and had the tattoo, and all the baggage that only the Nazis could give. I broke it off so that I wouldn't get arrested for assault & battery on my next visit. When I met Louie he came up to my place after about ten days, and met Fritzie for the first time. Without a word he went to the bag of food and fed him. Fritzie was all over him afterward, and even slept with him while we watched the idiot box. After another ten days Louie proposed. We'll celebrate our second anniversary next month. As a postscript: our third date was to a party hosted by David, and Sal was there as well. It was announced that Louie would be coming with a date, and I'd be the date; and when the shock wore off and we arrived, the first question from Sal was, "Does she still have that cat?" "You mean Fritzie?" Louie asked innocently, having heard long ago of the trampolining. Sal walked away, white as a sheet, and you could swear he was shivering. Blessed be, Baha |
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I've done that a couple times. I went over to my friend John's house, couple
years ago. Cat laying on the kitchen counter. I walked up and said hi. We did the sniff routine, and I scratched the cat. John came in and did a doubletake. Had to have his wife Kathy come in and see it. Never seen anyone walk up and scratch that cat. Took them a couple months to get near it. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "O J" wrote in message ... I know I've mentioned it before, but that's one of the first things that brought Lynda and me closer. It truly was love at first sight, but one likes to look before one leaps. When we went to visit her maternal grandmother, Elsie, for the first time was when I met the oft-mentioned Puss Puss. I was assured by both Lynda and Elsie that I would see neither hide nor hair of said cat. Nevertheless, at my insistence, we went into the basement to greet Puss Puss. To Lynda's surprise and delight Puss Puss was lying in her accustomed spot and graciously accepted some chin rubs and ear skritches. We've been together for thirty-five wonderful years, so I guess that the Puss Puss' first impression that I was OK for a hoomin or at least as a mate for Lynda was correct. Thank you sweet cat wherever you are. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I've done that a couple times. I went over to my friend John's house, couple
years ago. Cat laying on the kitchen counter. I walked up and said hi. We did the sniff routine, and I scratched the cat. John came in and did a doubletake. Had to have his wife Kathy come in and see it. Never seen anyone walk up and scratch that cat. Took them a couple months to get near it. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "O J" wrote in message ... I know I've mentioned it before, but that's one of the first things that brought Lynda and me closer. It truly was love at first sight, but one likes to look before one leaps. When we went to visit her maternal grandmother, Elsie, for the first time was when I met the oft-mentioned Puss Puss. I was assured by both Lynda and Elsie that I would see neither hide nor hair of said cat. Nevertheless, at my insistence, we went into the basement to greet Puss Puss. To Lynda's surprise and delight Puss Puss was lying in her accustomed spot and graciously accepted some chin rubs and ear skritches. We've been together for thirty-five wonderful years, so I guess that the Puss Puss' first impression that I was OK for a hoomin or at least as a mate for Lynda was correct. Thank you sweet cat wherever you are. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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I've done that a couple times. I went over to my friend John's house, couple
years ago. Cat laying on the kitchen counter. I walked up and said hi. We did the sniff routine, and I scratched the cat. John came in and did a doubletake. Had to have his wife Kathy come in and see it. Never seen anyone walk up and scratch that cat. Took them a couple months to get near it. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "O J" wrote in message ... I know I've mentioned it before, but that's one of the first things that brought Lynda and me closer. It truly was love at first sight, but one likes to look before one leaps. When we went to visit her maternal grandmother, Elsie, for the first time was when I met the oft-mentioned Puss Puss. I was assured by both Lynda and Elsie that I would see neither hide nor hair of said cat. Nevertheless, at my insistence, we went into the basement to greet Puss Puss. To Lynda's surprise and delight Puss Puss was lying in her accustomed spot and graciously accepted some chin rubs and ear skritches. We've been together for thirty-five wonderful years, so I guess that the Puss Puss' first impression that I was OK for a hoomin or at least as a mate for Lynda was correct. Thank you sweet cat wherever you are. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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Many have said that about dogs. "If my dog don't like him, I don't like
him". Thanks for sharing your wisdom. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "CatNipped" wrote in message ... I learned a long time ago to trust my cat's judgement in men over my own. Had I listened to a cat I would never have married an abusive alcoholic my first time around. Hugs, CatNipped |
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Many have said that about dogs. "If my dog don't like him, I don't like
him". Thanks for sharing your wisdom. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "CatNipped" wrote in message ... I learned a long time ago to trust my cat's judgement in men over my own. Had I listened to a cat I would never have married an abusive alcoholic my first time around. Hugs, CatNipped |
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Many have said that about dogs. "If my dog don't like him, I don't like
him". Thanks for sharing your wisdom. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "CatNipped" wrote in message ... I learned a long time ago to trust my cat's judgement in men over my own. Had I listened to a cat I would never have married an abusive alcoholic my first time around. Hugs, CatNipped |
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