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Roxie on Patrol
For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top
of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha |
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On Mon, 18 Oct 2004 19:02:18 -0400, Singh
yodeled: For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. That's so sweet (if you can call bopping sweet )! Reminds me of the little tabby kitty who belongs to a nearby newsstand. Her kittens were down the basement, and Mom would sit by the propped open cellar door, getting a breath of fresh air, and a can of tuna. Every so often, you would see a little head pop up from downstairs, and Mom would bop the little head. She was trying to keep them safe in the basement, but it looked like kitty whack-a-mole. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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On Mon, 18 Oct 2004 19:02:18 -0400, Singh
yodeled: For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. That's so sweet (if you can call bopping sweet )! Reminds me of the little tabby kitty who belongs to a nearby newsstand. Her kittens were down the basement, and Mom would sit by the propped open cellar door, getting a breath of fresh air, and a can of tuna. Every so often, you would see a little head pop up from downstairs, and Mom would bop the little head. She was trying to keep them safe in the basement, but it looked like kitty whack-a-mole. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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On Mon, 18 Oct 2004 19:02:18 -0400, Singh
yodeled: For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. That's so sweet (if you can call bopping sweet )! Reminds me of the little tabby kitty who belongs to a nearby newsstand. Her kittens were down the basement, and Mom would sit by the propped open cellar door, getting a breath of fresh air, and a can of tuna. Every so often, you would see a little head pop up from downstairs, and Mom would bop the little head. She was trying to keep them safe in the basement, but it looked like kitty whack-a-mole. Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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"Singh" wrote in message
... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according to state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on the Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller." It is the will of Waheguru, our divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as well that I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away until either I die or it does. I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things like speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It has not been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either side.) I want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust Resource Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor, and teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison system where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from someday raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good. On a lighter side, I do get to be an Auntie, and Aunties get to have all the fun. I don't mean an Auntie only to actual nieces and nephews. Among Sikhs an older lady with whom one is on friendly terms is called Auntie (Chaachee.) I get to do all the stuff that parents never do, like teach the kids to sing "Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts" or "Johnny Had a Steamboat," and how to burp REALLY loud. There is something in small children that appreciates such subversive things, and it is part of North American folklore; but it always has to come from a non-parent relative, friend-of-family or Scout leader or suchlike. And while I'm doing that, I'll be telling them about how the kitties stole the ham or how Brandy fell into the toilet. Maybe, despite what the state says, I might make a good mother, I don't know; and we haven't the resources for private adoption. I trust in the will of my creator. If Guruji wants to open that door for us, believe me, it'll happen. That's one of God's job attributes, and the difference between God and a puny human schmuck like me. Blessed be, Baha PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl. CatNipped wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according to state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on the Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller." It is the will of Waheguru, our divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as well that I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away until either I die or it does. I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things like speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It has not been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either side.) I want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust Resource Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor, and teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison system where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from someday raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good. On a lighter side, I do get to be an Auntie, and Aunties get to have all the fun. I don't mean an Auntie only to actual nieces and nephews. Among Sikhs an older lady with whom one is on friendly terms is called Auntie (Chaachee.) I get to do all the stuff that parents never do, like teach the kids to sing "Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts" or "Johnny Had a Steamboat," and how to burp REALLY loud. There is something in small children that appreciates such subversive things, and it is part of North American folklore; but it always has to come from a non-parent relative, friend-of-family or Scout leader or suchlike. And while I'm doing that, I'll be telling them about how the kitties stole the ham or how Brandy fell into the toilet. Maybe, despite what the state says, I might make a good mother, I don't know; and we haven't the resources for private adoption. I trust in the will of my creator. If Guruji wants to open that door for us, believe me, it'll happen. That's one of God's job attributes, and the difference between God and a puny human schmuck like me. Blessed be, Baha PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl. CatNipped wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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No, you're not prying, I don't mind telling my story. My mental health history
and background of abuse essentially prohibits me from adopting according to state regs. No one wants to give a baby to someone who's taken the ride on the Disorient Express, to quote "Barney Miller." It is the will of Waheguru, our divine creator, that I have this ovarian nuisance; and His/Her will as well that I have this blockade of mental illness that I must continue to chip away until either I die or it does. I have no regrets. Louie and I give to the future by assisting the Girl Scouts, especially in poor districts, and in things like speaking to the Sikh youth about tolerance and overcoming prejudice. (It has not been easy being the only non-Indian in the Sikh community, on either side.) I want to take this to a grander scale by working with the Holocaust Resource Center and Jewish Family Services as a descendant of a Holocaust survivor, and teach about abuse and tolerance in schools and perhaps in the prison system where men are rehabbing from being abusers. If I can keep someone from someday raising hands to a child, I'll have done an even greater good. On a lighter side, I do get to be an Auntie, and Aunties get to have all the fun. I don't mean an Auntie only to actual nieces and nephews. Among Sikhs an older lady with whom one is on friendly terms is called Auntie (Chaachee.) I get to do all the stuff that parents never do, like teach the kids to sing "Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts" or "Johnny Had a Steamboat," and how to burp REALLY loud. There is something in small children that appreciates such subversive things, and it is part of North American folklore; but it always has to come from a non-parent relative, friend-of-family or Scout leader or suchlike. And while I'm doing that, I'll be telling them about how the kitties stole the ham or how Brandy fell into the toilet. Maybe, despite what the state says, I might make a good mother, I don't know; and we haven't the resources for private adoption. I trust in the will of my creator. If Guruji wants to open that door for us, believe me, it'll happen. That's one of God's job attributes, and the difference between God and a puny human schmuck like me. Blessed be, Baha PS: to burp really loud, when the gas is about to come up, open your jaws wide but round out your mouth to a small O shape. This gives resonance, kind of like singing in the Hollywood Bowl. CatNipped wrote: "Singh" wrote in message ... For the past two days, our Roxie has been pulling guard duty at the top of the stairs, bapping Stosh and Brandy if they try to push the door to Odessa's room open or cause general mischief. Roxie and Odessa each know that there is someone on the other side of the door. I heard a conversation this morning, and for once it did not include a cussword. Roxie and Odessa were actually speaking in civil tones to one another: Roxie in her high-pitched trill-meow dialect, and Odessa in a clear, rather loud squeak. I am certain that Roxie must have told Odessa not to be too nervous, and indeed there is a change in our little newcomer. She's coming out more, and she's not calling out obscenities when I get near her. I'm still not ready to put the gate up and supervise the first stage of integration, not yet. Odessa is still on the shy side, though getting less skittish. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. Right now Louie and I are spending time up here, taking turns while the other sees to the other kids, and we take turns sleeping here with her. We started that with Roxie, whom we got shortly after Stosh, and it has worked with every cat we've brought here so far. Louie will camp out here tonight, and Roxie will continue her guard duty. I'm identifying with her somehow. She's been spayed and has never had kittens, and I can't have kids, but having the cats around brings out the Mama in both of us. Blessed be, Baha {{{{{{{{{{Baha}}}}}}}}}} Have you thought about adoption? I don't mean to pry, but I think you would make a *FANTASTIC* mom - you have such a kind and insightful soul. I'm glad Odessa is getting more used to her family - I know it seems like forever, but she is adjusting amazingly fast for a kitty! Hugs, CatNipped |
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