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in article , Mark Edwards at
wrote on 4/24/04 10:35 PM: Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time. Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back, because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that cat... So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up. Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which involves walking through the living room to the kitchen. As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the window. I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and loud, and SCARY out here!" So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly. Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark Well, he's certainly getting the idea! karen |
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"Mark Edwards" wrote in message ... Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time. Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back, because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that cat... So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up. Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which involves walking through the living room to the kitchen. As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the window. I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and loud, and SCARY out here!" So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly. Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark Don't you love it when they act like they were PUT outside by some big meanie when you had done your darndest to keep them in or to get them back in? Mine almost succeed in making be feel guilty. Jo |
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"Mark Edwards" wrote in message ... Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time. Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back, because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that cat... So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up. Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which involves walking through the living room to the kitchen. As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the window. I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and loud, and SCARY out here!" So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly. Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark Don't you love it when they act like they were PUT outside by some big meanie when you had done your darndest to keep them in or to get them back in? Mine almost succeed in making be feel guilty. Jo |
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I love your stories, Mark -- give Buster scritches from me.
Christine "Mark Edwards" wrote in message ... Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time. Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back, because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that cat... So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up. Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which involves walking through the living room to the kitchen. As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the window. I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and loud, and SCARY out here!" So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly. Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark |
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I love your stories, Mark -- give Buster scritches from me.
Christine "Mark Edwards" wrote in message ... Last night, Buster wanted outside around supper time. Come bed time, I was somewhat concerned that he hadn't come back, because severe thunderstorms with heavy rain were predicted for our area. Buster's predilection for bad weather makes me wonder about that cat... So bedtime came and went. I called for Buster several times before finally going to sleep. A couple of times, loud thunder woke me up. Finally, the alarm goes off at about 5am (yeah, it's a Saturday, but I just leave the alarm on, but usually go back to sleep on the weekends). I took that opportunity to get up and get a drink, which involves walking through the living room to the kitchen. As a matter of course, I look towards the living room window to see if there is a cat shadow. Well there is, and it is a very animated cat shadow. In fact, the shadow is reaching a paw up and tapping at the window. I can almost hear the "Wake up! Wake up! It's wet, and windy, and loud, and SCARY out here!" So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. When I pick him up, he purrs and cuddles up close, trembling slightly. Poor cat. Maybe that will teach him that inside is much nicer than outside (yeah, see me holding MY breath - big grin). Hugs and Purrs, Mark |
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On Sat, 24 Apr 2004 21:35:14 -0600, Mark Edwards
wrote: So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. How do they *do* that? A couple of nights ago, I had closed the front door because it was getting late and chilly. It had been raining for hours. I heard a weak meow and reopened the door. Fleagor came running in - he had been abandoned on the covered patio - dry except for his tail. What are they doing? Standing at the edge of the shelter wagging their tails in the rain? T.E.D. - e-mail must contain "T.E.D." or my .sig in the body) |
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On Sat, 24 Apr 2004 21:35:14 -0600, Mark Edwards
wrote: So I open the door, and Buster rushes in, dry except for his tail. How do they *do* that? A couple of nights ago, I had closed the front door because it was getting late and chilly. It had been raining for hours. I heard a weak meow and reopened the door. Fleagor came running in - he had been abandoned on the covered patio - dry except for his tail. What are they doing? Standing at the edge of the shelter wagging their tails in the rain? T.E.D. - e-mail must contain "T.E.D." or my .sig in the body) |
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"Ted Davis" wrote How do they *do* that? A couple of nights ago, I had closed the front door because it was getting late and chilly. It had been raining for hours. I heard a weak meow and reopened the door. Fleagor came running in - he had been abandoned on the covered patio - dry except for his tail. What are they doing? Standing at the edge of the shelter wagging their tails in the rain? This reminds me of a dog I once saw tethered outside a pharmacist's. He was tied up by the door, where there was a little roof that he could have fitted under, and the leash was long enough for him to go there. But he was sitting, not only out in the rain, but under the end of a rainwater pipe where water came gushing down on him. There he sat, smiling broadly. Not that I would ever suggest that a cat would do anything so stupid. ;o) -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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"Ted Davis" wrote How do they *do* that? A couple of nights ago, I had closed the front door because it was getting late and chilly. It had been raining for hours. I heard a weak meow and reopened the door. Fleagor came running in - he had been abandoned on the covered patio - dry except for his tail. What are they doing? Standing at the edge of the shelter wagging their tails in the rain? This reminds me of a dog I once saw tethered outside a pharmacist's. He was tied up by the door, where there was a little roof that he could have fitted under, and the leash was long enough for him to go there. But he was sitting, not only out in the rain, but under the end of a rainwater pipe where water came gushing down on him. There he sat, smiling broadly. Not that I would ever suggest that a cat would do anything so stupid. ;o) -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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