Boyfriend & Simon

the offer is always open, thanks for caring about violette, she was an
extrodainary cat, Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in message
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I'll pass on that for the moment until I (we) have a bit more time. Thank
you for the invitation anyway.
I used to be a lurker on there. I wept about Miss Violette.


"Storrmmee" wrote in message
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in that case, let boyfriend come over and play he can talk hoomin speak,
Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in message
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I don't hate meowchat, Granby, what gave you that impression?
I understand it well but am not a good speaker of it.

Tweed

"Granby" wrote in message
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I know you hate meowchat so, to quote what my cats would say "Cats just
know these things;" Like how they can know the mailman is coming when
they are still out in the street. They just know.
"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...
Simon is an ex-counsellor & befriender I had, provided by my
workplace. I was bullied by a manager when my performance fell when my
mother was found dead, but apparently it's OK to do that as long as
they were seen to do the correct thing by providing a counsellor after
bullying me into clinical depression.

Anyway, I'm fine now, thanks to Simon and he visits me occasionally.
Simon is the only person that Boyfie does not flee from.
So yesterday, when the doorbell sounded Boyfie did not move from his
chair where he was snoozing. Normally if anyone knocks on the door
or rings the bell he is off to the back door to escape.
I knew it was Simon, but I can't see how he did.
We talked for ages with Boyfie asleep but twitching his ears. Just
before Simon went home Boyfie got up, went over to Simon and invited
an ear scritch which he got.
The only person in the world who he ever allowed to touch him except
myself.
Tweed

On Fri, 12 Nov 2010 23:51:22 -0600, Storrmmee wrote:

I just was thinking about my fathers irish setter, her name was kelly
jane... my father worked shift work, and sometimes over time, overs were
from two to eight hors, it didn't matter when he arrived home, she would
wake up and sit by the front door for five minutes, if the front door
was open she would stand on her hind legs and look out as he entered our
block, if it was cold and the door was cold she would go to the window
in the living room, stick her nose between the drapes and stare out at
the same moment, it never failed no matter the time of day, from work or
to the stre, she just "KNEW" when her hoomin was arriving, Lee "Lesley"
wrote in message
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On Nov 12, 7:42 am, "Storrmmee" wrote:
partly telepathic i am sure, and partly YOUR behavior,or smell or
whatever,


Dave says Sarsi and Dunzi both sit up and head for the door just before
I put my key in the front door downstairs so it can't be that they can
smell me or hear my footprints

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Annabel Lee, my cat that died in 2002, seemed to recognize the sound of
my car. When I would pull into the driveway, she would hop unto the
couch back so that she could look out and see me as I approached the
door. On the few occasions that I was driving a different car (such as
borrowing one of my father's cars when my car was in for repairs), she
wouldn't be on the couch back, and would act surprised when I came in the
door, indicating that she hadn't realized that I was arriving home.

--
John F. Eldredge --
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly
is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

"Adrian" wrote in message
om...
Lesley wrote:
On Nov 12, 7:42 am, "Storrmmee" wrote:
partly telepathic i am sure, and partly YOUR behavior,or smell or
whatever,


Dave says Sarsi and Dunzi both sit up and head for the door just
before I put my key in the front door downstairs so it can't be that
they can smell me or hear my footprints

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

See! Even the cats say you smell. eg


That is *so* bad and it's lucky Lesley has a sense of humour.
She has a manager who does not like her and she needs all the purrs we can
send.
I've been there and it's horrible. It was only the one person, I've got on
fine with 5 managers. They will pick on everything you do if they don't like
you.
If you go to the toilet it will be "why were you not at your desk when I
phoned you?"
I have never been so happy living the quiet life at home with Boyfriend &
the chickens. OK I have no money coming in but I have some savings that
will last us until my real pension kicks in.
I know I made the right choice.

Tweed

We don't know who is reading, do we? You never saw me but I cried for the
loss of MIss Violette and no one knew.
Tweed



"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
the offer is always open, thanks for caring about violette, she was an
extrodainary cat, Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
I'll pass on that for the moment until I (we) have a bit more time.
Thank you for the invitation anyway.
I used to be a lurker on there. I wept about Miss Violette.


"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
in that case, let boyfriend come over and play he can talk hoomin speak,
Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...
I don't hate meowchat, Granby, what gave you that impression?
I understand it well but am not a good speaker of it.

Tweed

"Granby" wrote in message
...
I know you hate meowchat so, to quote what my cats would say "Cats just
know these things;" Like how they can know the mailman is coming when
they are still out in the street. They just know.
"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...
Simon is an ex-counsellor & befriender I had, provided by my
workplace. I was bullied by a manager when my performance fell when
my mother was found dead, but apparently it's OK to do that as long
as they were seen to do the correct thing by providing a counsellor
after bullying me into clinical depression.

Anyway, I'm fine now, thanks to Simon and he visits me occasionally.
Simon is the only person that Boyfie does not flee from.
So yesterday, when the doorbell sounded Boyfie did not move from his
chair where he was snoozing. Normally if anyone knocks on the door
or rings the bell he is off to the back door to escape.
I knew it was Simon, but I can't see how he did.
We talked for ages with Boyfie asleep but twitching his ears. Just
before Simon went home Boyfie got up, went over to Simon and invited
an ear scritch which he got.
The only person in the world who he ever allowed to touch him except
myself.
Tweed

I am glad you cared and mourned, it is a comfort even now to know that, she
was the first cat i was able to allow into my home after twenty years or so
of living catless, Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
We don't know who is reading, do we? You never saw me but I cried for the
loss of MIss Violette and no one knew.
Tweed



"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
the offer is always open, thanks for caring about violette, she was an
extrodainary cat, Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
I'll pass on that for the moment until I (we) have a bit more time.
Thank you for the invitation anyway.
I used to be a lurker on there. I wept about Miss Violette.


"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
in that case, let boyfriend come over and play he can talk hoomin
speak, Lee
"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...
I don't hate meowchat, Granby, what gave you that impression?
I understand it well but am not a good speaker of it.

Tweed

"Granby" wrote in message
...
I know you hate meowchat so, to quote what my cats would say "Cats
just know these things;" Like how they can know the mailman is coming
when they are still out in the street. They just know.
"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...
Simon is an ex-counsellor & befriender I had, provided by my
workplace. I was bullied by a manager when my performance fell when
my mother was found dead, but apparently it's OK to do that as long
as they were seen to do the correct thing by providing a counsellor
after bullying me into clinical depression.

Anyway, I'm fine now, thanks to Simon and he visits me occasionally.
Simon is the only person that Boyfie does not flee from.
So yesterday, when the doorbell sounded Boyfie did not move from his
chair where he was snoozing. Normally if anyone knocks on the door
or rings the bell he is off to the back door to escape.
I knew it was Simon, but I can't see how he did.
We talked for ages with Boyfie asleep but twitching his ears. Just
before Simon went home Boyfie got up, went over to Simon and invited
an ear scritch which he got.
The only person in the world who he ever allowed to touch him
except myself.
Tweed

On Nov 15, 4:44*pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
If you go to the toilet it will be "why were you not at your desk when I
phoned you?"

The worse bully of a manager I had used to follow me around with a
black book in her hand and if she saw anything she could use she'd
stand there and write it in the book. Not surprisingly being watched
all the time made me make a lot of errors that I would not have
otherwise made. If I counted a stack of thin leaflets afterwards
she'd count them and if I was 1 out- into the book it went. She wasn't
stupid- that book never left her person, which was a real pity as I
was entertaining fantasties involving the book and an "accident" with
a cigarette lighter,,,,,,

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs