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I cleaned my closet this weekend
The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one
third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. I did win that one. She loved her cat bed. But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. I told them to look in my closet. They said they had. I said look again. She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. Some were too far gone and I threw them away. Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
On Mar 23, 7:03*am, AlisonT wrote:
The closet was Tigger's special place. *I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. *I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. *The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. *I did win that one. *She loved her cat bed. *But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. *The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. *The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. * *Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. *I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. *I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. *I told them to look in my closet. * They said they had. *I said look again. *She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. *Some were too far gone and I threw them away. *Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. *But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. *It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. *Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. A lovely rememberance. I still have Snowball's (d*g/RB1995) food dish. Feather (catRB2002) ate out of it and now WooToo, cat, eats out of it. Somekitty will use that cat tree and you will remember Tigger. -- Will in New Haven |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
"AlisonT" wrote in message ... The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. I did win that one. She loved her cat bed. But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. I told them to look in my closet. They said they had. I said look again. She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. Some were too far gone and I threw them away. Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. This must have been hard for you. Continuing purrs. -- Theresa and Dante Stinky Forever: http://pets.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
This must have been hard for you. *Continuing purrs. Actually it was kind of healing. I have so many good memories of Tigger. I'm trying to focus on them. She had quite a personality. |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
sweet memories and the gentle passing of time and moving on, it is in fact
these things that make us human and them worth loving, Lee "AlisonT" wrote in message ... The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. I did win that one. She loved her cat bed. But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. I told them to look in my closet. They said they had. I said look again. She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. Some were too far gone and I threw them away. Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
"AlisonT" wrote in message
... The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. I did win that one. She loved her cat bed. But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. I told them to look in my closet. They said they had. I said look again. She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. Some were too far gone and I threw them away. Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. (((((((Allison))))))))) -- Joy No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. - Leo Dworken |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
Like I said in another thread, what do people do who don't have memories.
"Stormmee" wrote in message ... sweet memories and the gentle passing of time and moving on, it is in fact these things that make us human and them worth loving, Lee "AlisonT" wrote in message ... The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. The strategically placed shoe boxes so she wouldn't get on the shelf and get cat hair on the clothes hanging on the second rung. The cat bed I bought her so she wouldn't pull clothes off the hangers so she could lay on them. I did win that one. She loved her cat bed. But I had to put the step stool in front of it so Tank would not pounce on her when she was sleeping. The cat bed that she always managed to move to be underneath clothes. The clothes that I gave up on and hung on the lower rung because if she didn't have clothes to hide behind she would find a way to get on the shelf. Especially the time I decided enough was enough and closed the closet door and put a chair in front so she couldn't open the folding door. I came home that evening to a strategically placed poop right in front of the closet. I remebered the time we had guests and they called me frantically at work saying they couldn't find Tigger and she might have gotten out. I told them to look in my closet. They said they had. I said look again. She was on the very very top shelf no doubt quietly snickering. I vacuumed and washed some of the clothes. Some were too far gone and I threw them away. Last night I hung up clothes from the laundry and put some clothes on the previously out of limits rung. I had made arrangements to give away Tigger's cat tree. But when the day came to put it in the truck I couldn't do it. It still sits in the kitchen and sometimes out of the corner of my eye I see her sitting there. Tank must see her too because he, who is the great lover and destroyer of cat trees, has not gotten on it or near it. |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
AlisonT wrote:
The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. Reminds me of the shirt. The shirt that I'd hung out on the balcony to dry, and that Nikki pulled down from the hanger and onto her chair, where she used to sun herself. Then she suddenly passed away, but the shirt lay there, covered in her hair. I didn't have the heart to take it away or wash it for months. But then I moved house, and in that commotion, the hairy shirt went into the wash. But as long as the shirt was there, I smiled every time I saw it, because it reminded me of how Nikki would appropriate every bit of clothing she could lay her paws on, for her own personal catbed. -- Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki. |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
"AlisonT" wrote in message
... This must have been hard for you. Continuing purrs. Actually it was kind of healing. I have so many good memories of Tigger. I'm trying to focus on them. She had quite a personality. ********************* I can see how that would be cathartic. I'm glad you're focusing on the good memories. Thank you for sharing this with us. Jill |
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I cleaned my closet this weekend
AlisonT wrote:
The closet was Tigger's special place. I couldn't hang clothes in one third of my closet because Tigger would sleep behind them and they would get covered in cat hair. I smiled remembering the battle of the closet. snip Lots and lots of purrs and hugs, Polonca and Soncek |
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