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Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the
kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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ROFL WELCOME BACK DAVE (rebel yell).
"David Yehudah" wrote in message ... : Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the : kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. : Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep : them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food : dish on the table. : : However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food : dish. Grasshoppers, for example. : : The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading : "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought : it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang : about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining : room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across : the room and landed upside down on the floor. : : With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to : chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they : had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger : portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same : time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to : interfere. : : Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair : and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out : again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. : : Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first : poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might : bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole : affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her : food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. : Cheers, : Dave : |
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![]() David Yehudah wrote: Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Dave that was dangerous, I almost ruined my new keyboard. Poor Sammy, and welcome back to the land of the furr-owned. Pam S. still chuckling |
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![]() David Yehudah wrote in message ... Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Aw, Dave, friend to all living things ![]() |
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ROTFLOL! I'm glad to see that all your health problems haven't
diminished either your sense of humor or your ability to paint vivid word pictures. I could 'see' the whole thing! Joy "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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Thanks for the laugh, Dave, I am new here, but I welcome you back all the same!
-cindy (catslave(gasp!)er...I mean faithful servant to Freddie and Tiki) |
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damn, Dave! Where was the BW? Welcome back
![]() Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we came, to the stars we return from now until the end of time "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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On Thu, 18 Mar 2004 08:43:45 -0800, David Yehudah
wrote: Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave Thanks for the good story! |
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Great story, Dave! I do hope you are feeling better.
Best wishes and purrs, -- Polonca & Soncek "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. snip |
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A from line showing "David Yehuda" *is* a BW. G
-- Joy Life is what happens to you while you are planning to do something else. "lrulan" wrote in message ... damn, Dave! Where was the BW? Welcome back ![]() Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we came, to the stars we return from now until the end of time "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets. Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food dish on the table. However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food dish. Grasshoppers, for example. The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading "Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across the room and landed upside down on the floor. With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to interfere. Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside. Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say. Cheers, Dave |
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