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Louie would love it. He could strap his skates on and get his daily dozen in
the back. Me? I could strap skates to my butt because that's where I'd land the majority of the time while I watch the cats place a nice, graceful game of kitty-hockey. Blessed be, Baha Stormin Mormon wrote: If we're going ot make an ice rink in your yard, we oughta lay the frame work NOW while the weather is OK. And then you can fill it with a hose later. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "Singh" wrote in message ... In Buffalo we joke that we really live in a suburb of Toronto, and that is most true in our love of hockey. People who aren't even hockey fans wear Sabres jerseys because it is almost as much part of our culture as it is to Canada's. People who have enough yard make ice rinks in the winter so their kids can play hockey, and Louie's family did this in the winter too. The neighborhood kids always came to play hockey with Louie and his brothers, while several of the neighborhood cats hung around. In that neighborhood (actually in Williamsville, a few miles outside the city) there was a loose federation of cats who went bumming around during the evening and came home to their devoted servants at sunrise. Among them was the Singh's cat Sprinty, and two that belonged to the next-door neighbors. Sprinty was small, speedy, and compact in build; Lucifer was pure black, lithe and athletic; as for Moishe, Louie's best description was that he was snow-white and cylindrical. Looked like a walking knockwurst. Louie later learned that this was because Lucifer and Moishe were fed pure foie gras several times a week. And people accuse us of spoiling our cats! There was a commotion in the yard one night that woke up my future sister in law, Carol. She got up to find a late-night hockey game going on in their backyard. Sprinty, Lucifer and Moishe, along with two or three other cats in their gang, had found the sponge puck the kids used and were chasing it around the homemade rink. I'm told that Moishe had a hell of a time on the ice: his fat little paws would slide from beneath him and he'd be more of a bowling ball rolling down the rink than anything else, but when he bowled into another cat he did a fine impersonation of a defenseman. They not only chased the sponge puck around, but actually took aim at the goals. When one did "score," a cat would fish out the sponge and begin afresh. I didn't believe it until several family members corroborated Carol's story and she produced pictures of one of several impromptu games she'd taken. I fell over laughing when I saw them. Who'd have thought a cat would pick up on hockey? I'm told they played far more fairly than many of those twolegged players out there, too, and without a referee to make sure they behaved. Blessed be, Baha |
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Louie would love it. He could strap his skates on and get his daily dozen in
the back. Me? I could strap skates to my butt because that's where I'd land the majority of the time while I watch the cats place a nice, graceful game of kitty-hockey. Blessed be, Baha Stormin Mormon wrote: If we're going ot make an ice rink in your yard, we oughta lay the frame work NOW while the weather is OK. And then you can fill it with a hose later. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "Singh" wrote in message ... In Buffalo we joke that we really live in a suburb of Toronto, and that is most true in our love of hockey. People who aren't even hockey fans wear Sabres jerseys because it is almost as much part of our culture as it is to Canada's. People who have enough yard make ice rinks in the winter so their kids can play hockey, and Louie's family did this in the winter too. The neighborhood kids always came to play hockey with Louie and his brothers, while several of the neighborhood cats hung around. In that neighborhood (actually in Williamsville, a few miles outside the city) there was a loose federation of cats who went bumming around during the evening and came home to their devoted servants at sunrise. Among them was the Singh's cat Sprinty, and two that belonged to the next-door neighbors. Sprinty was small, speedy, and compact in build; Lucifer was pure black, lithe and athletic; as for Moishe, Louie's best description was that he was snow-white and cylindrical. Looked like a walking knockwurst. Louie later learned that this was because Lucifer and Moishe were fed pure foie gras several times a week. And people accuse us of spoiling our cats! There was a commotion in the yard one night that woke up my future sister in law, Carol. She got up to find a late-night hockey game going on in their backyard. Sprinty, Lucifer and Moishe, along with two or three other cats in their gang, had found the sponge puck the kids used and were chasing it around the homemade rink. I'm told that Moishe had a hell of a time on the ice: his fat little paws would slide from beneath him and he'd be more of a bowling ball rolling down the rink than anything else, but when he bowled into another cat he did a fine impersonation of a defenseman. They not only chased the sponge puck around, but actually took aim at the goals. When one did "score," a cat would fish out the sponge and begin afresh. I didn't believe it until several family members corroborated Carol's story and she produced pictures of one of several impromptu games she'd taken. I fell over laughing when I saw them. Who'd have thought a cat would pick up on hockey? I'm told they played far more fairly than many of those twolegged players out there, too, and without a referee to make sure they behaved. Blessed be, Baha |
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Louie would love it. He could strap his skates on and get his daily dozen in
the back. Me? I could strap skates to my butt because that's where I'd land the majority of the time while I watch the cats place a nice, graceful game of kitty-hockey. Blessed be, Baha Stormin Mormon wrote: If we're going ot make an ice rink in your yard, we oughta lay the frame work NOW while the weather is OK. And then you can fill it with a hose later. -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "Singh" wrote in message ... In Buffalo we joke that we really live in a suburb of Toronto, and that is most true in our love of hockey. People who aren't even hockey fans wear Sabres jerseys because it is almost as much part of our culture as it is to Canada's. People who have enough yard make ice rinks in the winter so their kids can play hockey, and Louie's family did this in the winter too. The neighborhood kids always came to play hockey with Louie and his brothers, while several of the neighborhood cats hung around. In that neighborhood (actually in Williamsville, a few miles outside the city) there was a loose federation of cats who went bumming around during the evening and came home to their devoted servants at sunrise. Among them was the Singh's cat Sprinty, and two that belonged to the next-door neighbors. Sprinty was small, speedy, and compact in build; Lucifer was pure black, lithe and athletic; as for Moishe, Louie's best description was that he was snow-white and cylindrical. Looked like a walking knockwurst. Louie later learned that this was because Lucifer and Moishe were fed pure foie gras several times a week. And people accuse us of spoiling our cats! There was a commotion in the yard one night that woke up my future sister in law, Carol. She got up to find a late-night hockey game going on in their backyard. Sprinty, Lucifer and Moishe, along with two or three other cats in their gang, had found the sponge puck the kids used and were chasing it around the homemade rink. I'm told that Moishe had a hell of a time on the ice: his fat little paws would slide from beneath him and he'd be more of a bowling ball rolling down the rink than anything else, but when he bowled into another cat he did a fine impersonation of a defenseman. They not only chased the sponge puck around, but actually took aim at the goals. When one did "score," a cat would fish out the sponge and begin afresh. I didn't believe it until several family members corroborated Carol's story and she produced pictures of one of several impromptu games she'd taken. I fell over laughing when I saw them. Who'd have thought a cat would pick up on hockey? I'm told they played far more fairly than many of those twolegged players out there, too, and without a referee to make sure they behaved. Blessed be, Baha |
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