hiya!

hello

been a long time.

just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me. I was thinking
about you guys.

Kitties are fine, Tish and I are great.
We have another in our herd - did I post that ever? Well, when Tish
moved here, she brought Allie with her. Allie was an old grey, 20+ years
old with no teeth and a bad attitude. She showed up on Tish's doorstep
in the show 2 weeks before Tish moved here from Alaska. She wouldn't
leave. Tish took her in, got her treated for her Thyroid issues, and
kept her comfortable. TED told her that she only had a few months left,
so just make her happy. So we did. She died March 15.

In April, we were in the Natural Pet Foods place getting some stuff and
there were cages in the back with kitties in there. There were two
brothers in em, and they were so tightly bonded. There was a flame point
Siamese, and a tabby n white marked one with the same Siamese shape,
just not the coloration. A few days later we went back for food and the
flame point was gone. The other one was soooo depressed. We adopted him
on the spot. How could we leave him there alone? And besides, Toby had
been having some weird adjustment issues. Allie's presence had upset the
pecking order, as Sam seems to think he's a girl, so can't handle
another girl in the house... Otherwise the boys don't really seem to
have a hierarchy. Until someone tries to mess with Calvin. Then he
asserts his dominance and reminds them he COULD be top cat if he wanted
to, and order is restored.

So the baby came home. He was promptly named Sheldon. It was discovered
that his birthday is Halloween. And it is so appropriate, because as
much as Calvin was a hooligan, this cat is evil. Well, not so much evil
as... plotting to take over the world. If he had opposable thumbs he'd
be ruling a small country and attacking neighboring ones for plunder.
Whereas if Calvin had opposable thumbs he'd be down at the corner store
drinking a 40, smoking cigarettes, stealing cars and trying to teach the
other cats how to join him.

But at the heart of the evil one is a Mommy's boy. He'll curl up in my
arms in a little ball if nobody's looking. And with Tish... well. He may
be a Mommy's boy a little bit if nobody is looking, but he's really
Daddy-Mommy's boy. As soon as he hears her car, he runs to the window
and starts looking for her. When her face is in view, he whimpers. He
whimpers like a baby puppy until she has smoked her cigarette and is out
of sight and around the corner, then her RUNS to the cat tree by the
front door and gets up on it to greet her at the door. When she opens
the door.... he rolls his eyes and looks bored as if he couldn't care
less that she's home.

heh. But I know better, because I heard him whine for her! And he
follows her all around!

Calvin helps her work out. He sits on her back during push ups, bites at
her hair during sit ups, headbutts her on the way down during the push
ups once he's been kicked off her back (20 extra pounds is a lot when
she only weighs 90!) and generally makes a nuisance of himself. When she
lifts free weights, he kisses the weights. I'm convinced he's trying to
find a way to lift them himself. But even as he's still a hooligan, he's
also turned into a big lump of snuggles. he loves being a pillow for a
person. He sleeps on me at night. And in the evening he has to be on the
couch behind our heads, purring.

Toby was sick last week, but is better now. He's turned into a
cuddlebug. He tells me when it's time to go to bed at night. At around 8
he comes in and stands on his hind legs, pats me with his paw and says
"aaaah, aaah!" in his little squeaky voice.

And Sam is still the sweet boy on one hand, and a brat on the other.
He's so spoiled that if he's not getting enough attention he will get
onto the kitchen counter and YELL for us to come in and see that he's
being bad. He has to have his cuddle time in the morning and evening or
we will be punished. And yet he always comes when called, he sits, lies
down, stands, gets up or down from things, or pretty much whatever else
I ask him to do on command. He's the "mommy" of all the other cats, and
held Toby around the neck and glared at me when I was about to take him
to TED last week. He gave me the "you are NOT taking my baby!" look. I
had to tell him exactly what was happening and why in order to get him
to let go. Toby was too sick to care.

I have pictures and will post them a little later.

Much love to all!

Aim

Hey Aim!
I was just thinking of you today, wondering what you were up to. Nice to
have you back. And nice to hear that the kitties are well.
-Caroline S.

Aim wrote:
hello

been a long time.

just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me. I was thinking
about you guys.

Kitties are fine, Tish and I are great.
We have another in our herd - did I post that ever? Well, when Tish
moved here, she brought Allie with her. Allie was an old grey, 20+ years
old with no teeth and a bad attitude. She showed up on Tish's doorstep
in the show 2 weeks before Tish moved here from Alaska. She wouldn't
leave. Tish took her in, got her treated for her Thyroid issues, and
kept her comfortable. TED told her that she only had a few months left,
so just make her happy. So we did. She died March 15.

In April, we were in the Natural Pet Foods place getting some stuff and
there were cages in the back with kitties in there. There were two
brothers in em, and they were so tightly bonded. There was a flame point
Siamese, and a tabby n white marked one with the same Siamese shape,
just not the coloration. A few days later we went back for food and the
flame point was gone. The other one was soooo depressed. We adopted him
on the spot. How could we leave him there alone? And besides, Toby had
been having some weird adjustment issues. Allie's presence had upset the
pecking order, as Sam seems to think he's a girl, so can't handle
another girl in the house... Otherwise the boys don't really seem to
have a hierarchy. Until someone tries to mess with Calvin. Then he
asserts his dominance and reminds them he COULD be top cat if he wanted
to, and order is restored.

So the baby came home. He was promptly named Sheldon. It was discovered
that his birthday is Halloween. And it is so appropriate, because as
much as Calvin was a hooligan, this cat is evil. Well, not so much evil
as... plotting to take over the world. If he had opposable thumbs he'd
be ruling a small country and attacking neighboring ones for plunder.
Whereas if Calvin had opposable thumbs he'd be down at the corner store
drinking a 40, smoking cigarettes, stealing cars and trying to teach the
other cats how to join him.

But at the heart of the evil one is a Mommy's boy. He'll curl up in my
arms in a little ball if nobody's looking. And with Tish... well. He may
be a Mommy's boy a little bit if nobody is looking, but he's really
Daddy-Mommy's boy. As soon as he hears her car, he runs to the window
and starts looking for her. When her face is in view, he whimpers. He
whimpers like a baby puppy until she has smoked her cigarette and is out
of sight and around the corner, then her RUNS to the cat tree by the
front door and gets up on it to greet her at the door. When she opens
the door.... he rolls his eyes and looks bored as if he couldn't care
less that she's home.

heh. But I know better, because I heard him whine for her! And he
follows her all around!

Calvin helps her work out. He sits on her back during push ups, bites at
her hair during sit ups, headbutts her on the way down during the push
ups once he's been kicked off her back (20 extra pounds is a lot when
she only weighs 90!) and generally makes a nuisance of himself. When she
lifts free weights, he kisses the weights. I'm convinced he's trying to
find a way to lift them himself. But even as he's still a hooligan, he's
also turned into a big lump of snuggles. he loves being a pillow for a
person. He sleeps on me at night. And in the evening he has to be on the
couch behind our heads, purring.

Toby was sick last week, but is better now. He's turned into a
cuddlebug. He tells me when it's time to go to bed at night. At around 8
he comes in and stands on his hind legs, pats me with his paw and says
"aaaah, aaah!" in his little squeaky voice.

And Sam is still the sweet boy on one hand, and a brat on the other.
He's so spoiled that if he's not getting enough attention he will get
onto the kitchen counter and YELL for us to come in and see that he's
being bad. He has to have his cuddle time in the morning and evening or
we will be punished. And yet he always comes when called, he sits, lies
down, stands, gets up or down from things, or pretty much whatever else
I ask him to do on command. He's the "mommy" of all the other cats, and
held Toby around the neck and glared at me when I was about to take him
to TED last week. He gave me the "you are NOT taking my baby!" look. I
had to tell him exactly what was happening and why in order to get him
to let go. Toby was too sick to care.

I have pictures and will post them a little later.

Much love to all!

Aim

"Aim" wrote in message
. ..
hello
been a long time.
... Aim

It certainly has been a long time. Welcome back and thanks for the update.
Annie

"Aim" wrote in message
. ..
hello
been a long time.
.... Aim

Hi Aim,

It certainly has been a long time.

Welcome back and thanks for the update.
Annie

On 2005-11-17 16:07:48 -0600, Aim said:

hello

been a long time.

just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me. I was thinking
about you guys.

Kitties are fine, Tish and I are great.
We have another in our herd - did I post that ever? Well, when Tish
moved here, she brought Allie with her. Allie was an old grey, 20+
years old with no teeth and a bad attitude. She showed up on Tish's
doorstep in the show 2 weeks before Tish moved here from Alaska. She
wouldn't leave. Tish took her in, got her treated for her Thyroid
issues, and kept her comfortable. TED told her that she only had a few
months left, so just make her happy. So we did. She died March 15.

In April, we were in the Natural Pet Foods place getting some stuff and
there were cages in the back with kitties in there. There were two
brothers in em, and they were so tightly bonded. There was a flame
point Siamese, and a tabby n white marked one with the same Siamese
shape, just not the coloration. A few days later we went back for food
and the flame point was gone. The other one was soooo depressed. We
adopted him on the spot. How could we leave him there alone? And
besides, Toby had been having some weird adjustment issues. Allie's
presence had upset the pecking order, as Sam seems to think he's a
girl, so can't handle another girl in the house... Otherwise the boys
don't really seem to have a hierarchy. Until someone tries to mess with
Calvin. Then he asserts his dominance and reminds them he COULD be top
cat if he wanted to, and order is restored.

So the baby came home. He was promptly named Sheldon. It was discovered
that his birthday is Halloween. And it is so appropriate, because as
much as Calvin was a hooligan, this cat is evil. Well, not so much evil
as... plotting to take over the world. If he had opposable thumbs he'd
be ruling a small country and attacking neighboring ones for plunder.
Whereas if Calvin had opposable thumbs he'd be down at the corner store
drinking a 40, smoking cigarettes, stealing cars and trying to teach
the other cats how to join him.

But at the heart of the evil one is a Mommy's boy. He'll curl up in my
arms in a little ball if nobody's looking. And with Tish... well. He
may be a Mommy's boy a little bit if nobody is looking, but he's really
Daddy-Mommy's boy. As soon as he hears her car, he runs to the window
and starts looking for her. When her face is in view, he whimpers. He
whimpers like a baby puppy until she has smoked her cigarette and is
out of sight and around the corner, then her RUNS to the cat tree by
the front door and gets up on it to greet her at the door. When she
opens the door.... he rolls his eyes and looks bored as if he couldn't
care less that she's home.

heh. But I know better, because I heard him whine for her! And he
follows her all around!

Calvin helps her work out. He sits on her back during push ups, bites
at her hair during sit ups, headbutts her on the way down during the
push ups once he's been kicked off her back (20 extra pounds is a lot
when she only weighs 90!) and generally makes a nuisance of himself.
When she lifts free weights, he kisses the weights. I'm convinced he's
trying to find a way to lift them himself. But even as he's still a
hooligan, he's also turned into a big lump of snuggles. he loves being
a pillow for a person. He sleeps on me at night. And in the evening he
has to be on the couch behind our heads, purring.

Toby was sick last week, but is better now. He's turned into a
cuddlebug. He tells me when it's time to go to bed at night. At around
8 he comes in and stands on his hind legs, pats me with his paw and
says "aaaah, aaah!" in his little squeaky voice.

And Sam is still the sweet boy on one hand, and a brat on the other.
He's so spoiled that if he's not getting enough attention he will get
onto the kitchen counter and YELL for us to come in and see that he's
being bad. He has to have his cuddle time in the morning and evening or
we will be punished. And yet he always comes when called, he sits, lies
down, stands, gets up or down from things, or pretty much whatever else
I ask him to do on command. He's the "mommy" of all the other cats, and
held Toby around the neck and glared at me when I was about to take him
to TED last week. He gave me the "you are NOT taking my baby!" look. I
had to tell him exactly what was happening and why in order to get him
to let go. Toby was too sick to care.

I have pictures and will post them a little later.

Much love to all!

Aim

Well hey! Glad to hear all is so well.

hey! Glad to see you back. Don't take so long to post next time, and we'd
love to see your furbabies.
Lily & her mama
Jazz, RB

--

Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time
"Aim" wrote in message
. ..
hello

been a long time.

just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me. I was thinking
about you guys.

Kitties are fine, Tish and I are great.
We have another in our herd - did I post that ever? Well, when Tish moved
here, she brought Allie with her. Allie was an old grey, 20+ years old
with no teeth and a bad attitude. She showed up on Tish's doorstep in the
show 2 weeks before Tish moved here from Alaska. She wouldn't leave. Tish
took her in, got her treated for her Thyroid issues, and kept her
comfortable. TED told her that she only had a few months left, so just
make her happy. So we did. She died March 15.

In April, we were in the Natural Pet Foods place getting some stuff and
there were cages in the back with kitties in there. There were two
brothers in em, and they were so tightly bonded. There was a flame point
Siamese, and a tabby n white marked one with the same Siamese shape, just
not the coloration. A few days later we went back for food and the flame
point was gone. The other one was soooo depressed. We adopted him on the
spot. How could we leave him there alone? And besides, Toby had been
having some weird adjustment issues. Allie's presence had upset the
pecking order, as Sam seems to think he's a girl, so can't handle another
girl in the house... Otherwise the boys don't really seem to have a
hierarchy. Until someone tries to mess with Calvin. Then he asserts his
dominance and reminds them he COULD be top cat if he wanted to, and order
is restored.

So the baby came home. He was promptly named Sheldon. It was discovered
that his birthday is Halloween. And it is so appropriate, because as much
as Calvin was a hooligan, this cat is evil. Well, not so much evil as...
plotting to take over the world. If he had opposable thumbs he'd be ruling
a small country and attacking neighboring ones for plunder. Whereas if
Calvin had opposable thumbs he'd be down at the corner store drinking a
40, smoking cigarettes, stealing cars and trying to teach the other cats
how to join him.

But at the heart of the evil one is a Mommy's boy. He'll curl up in my
arms in a little ball if nobody's looking. And with Tish... well. He may
be a Mommy's boy a little bit if nobody is looking, but he's really
Daddy-Mommy's boy. As soon as he hears her car, he runs to the window and
starts looking for her. When her face is in view, he whimpers. He whimpers
like a baby puppy until she has smoked her cigarette and is out of sight
and around the corner, then her RUNS to the cat tree by the front door and
gets up on it to greet her at the door. When she opens the door.... he
rolls his eyes and looks bored as if he couldn't care less that she's
home.

heh. But I know better, because I heard him whine for her! And he follows
her all around!

Calvin helps her work out. He sits on her back during push ups, bites at
her hair during sit ups, headbutts her on the way down during the push ups
once he's been kicked off her back (20 extra pounds is a lot when she only
weighs 90!) and generally makes a nuisance of himself. When she lifts free
weights, he kisses the weights. I'm convinced he's trying to find a way to
lift them himself. But even as he's still a hooligan, he's also turned
into a big lump of snuggles. he loves being a pillow for a person. He
sleeps on me at night. And in the evening he has to be on the couch behind
our heads, purring.

Toby was sick last week, but is better now. He's turned into a cuddlebug.
He tells me when it's time to go to bed at night. At around 8 he comes in
and stands on his hind legs, pats me with his paw and says "aaaah, aaah!"
in his little squeaky voice.

And Sam is still the sweet boy on one hand, and a brat on the other. He's
so spoiled that if he's not getting enough attention he will get onto the
kitchen counter and YELL for us to come in and see that he's being bad. He
has to have his cuddle time in the morning and evening or we will be
punished. And yet he always comes when called, he sits, lies down, stands,
gets up or down from things, or pretty much whatever else I ask him to do
on command. He's the "mommy" of all the other cats, and held Toby around
the neck and glared at me when I was about to take him to TED last week.
He gave me the "you are NOT taking my baby!" look. I had to tell him
exactly what was happening and why in order to get him to let go. Toby was
too sick to care.

I have pictures and will post them a little later.

Much love to all!

Aim

On Thu, 17 Nov 2005 14:07:48 -0800, Aim wrote:

been a long time.
just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me.

Well, of *course* we do!!! So glad to see your post and to know
that all is well with you. Great write-up on your fur-family - hope
to see many more. Keep 'em coming. Thanks for writing.

Jeanne

Aim wrote:
hello

been a long time.

just thought I'd say hi and see if anyone remembered me. I was thinking
about you guys.

Well hey there! Of course we remember you! So nice to hear about you and
your clowder.

My Nikki had to be PTS in May, and I miss her every day, but I now have
two new hoolikittens to keep me on my toes. Miranda is a Russian Blue
who could not be registered, and the original buyers didn't want her
because they'd wanted to show and breed her. Their loss, my gain. She'll
be 1 on the 30th. Caliban is a rescue from Estonia. He's about 7 months.
Frank is still going strong. He will be 18 on the 27th.

--
Marina, Frank, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

Marina wrote:

My Nikki had to be PTS in May, and I miss her every day, but I now have
two new hoolikittens to keep me on my toes. Miranda is a Russian Blue
who could not be registered, and the original buyers didn't want her
because they'd wanted to show and breed her. Their loss, my gain.

And above all, Miranda's gain!! Her life is, I'm sure, a thousand times
better than it would be if she'd become a show cat. I can't think of
anything more boring for a cat.

By the way, Miranda is the same cat as "Mere", isn't she? I was looking
on your site at all of "Mere's" kitten pictures, which are adorable. When
and why did you rename her?

You know, I never got to express my condolences about Nikki, because
I wasn't reading the ng in May when she departed. I'm really sorry, and
I know that it never totally goes away. But I'm glad you have some new
furry pals to keep you and Frank company!

Joyce

Aim wrote:
I have pictures and will post them a little later.

Hi Aim! You might not remember, but I emailed you a few years ago
when you were working on your certs. I think of Calvin when my Betty
is nearby when I'm going into the laundry room (where the water heater
is), Jasper, when Betty was first x-rayed for cancer, and Sam, when
Betty is practicing good etiquette.