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Uncle and aunt
Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed |
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What a lovely, funny story, Christina. And how nice of Uncle and Aunt to
take such good care of you. Kudos to Kitty and BoyFriend for being so good to them too. Hope everything goes well. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we come to the stars we return from now until the end of time "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed |
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What a lovely, funny story, Christina. And how nice of Uncle and Aunt to
take such good care of you. Kudos to Kitty and BoyFriend for being so good to them too. Hope everything goes well. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we come to the stars we return from now until the end of time "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed |
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What a lovely, funny story, Christina. And how nice of Uncle and Aunt to
take such good care of you. Kudos to Kitty and BoyFriend for being so good to them too. Hope everything goes well. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we come to the stars we return from now until the end of time "Christina Websell" wrote in message ... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed |
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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Poor man! How very generous and kind of them to come care for you! Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. Hurray Boyfriend!!! Good job old man! So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. ROTFLMAO! Good one Boyfriend! It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed Thanks for the post Tweed, that was delightful! Hugs, CatNipped |
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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Poor man! How very generous and kind of them to come care for you! Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. Hurray Boyfriend!!! Good job old man! So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. ROTFLMAO! Good one Boyfriend! It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed Thanks for the post Tweed, that was delightful! Hugs, CatNipped |
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"Christina Websell" wrote in message
... Some of you will remember that I have my uncle and aunt staying with me to help me after my eye op. There are lots of things I'm not allowed to do, bending, reaching, lifting, looking after chickens for a starter. So dear Uncle Bryan aged 79, who had a stroke two years ago which has affected his speech, and my aunt, 78, neither who have any experience with livestock whatsoever have arrived. Dysphasia - stroke related speech loss - is peculiar. Uncle B knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words often come out wrong which is very frustrating for him. Poor man! How very generous and kind of them to come care for you! Kitty took to him right away. Anyone who will allow her to sit on their chest and purr is okay in her books. Last night when he wanted to go to bed, my aunt had to detach Kitty from his sweater, and she hung on with all her claws and growled and hissed. Didn't bother Auntie - what she says goes, Kitty FC found herself on the floor without quite realising how she got there. Boyfriend is very gradually getting used to having them here. Mainly he prefers to stay outside until they've gone to bed, but last night HE CAUGHT A VOLE. He had to come in with it to make a good impression. He laid it on the kitchen carpet and batted it around (it was dead, fortunately.) I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hoped no-one else had noticed so I could sneak in there and put him outside with it. Too late. Uncle B noticed. How did I know? because he said "dog got rat in room" Aaargh. Hurray Boyfriend!!! Good job old man! So we had to own up to it, and I fetched the short-tailed field vole into the living room and showed it around. Eeeeewwww, they said. I knew they would ;-) I then took it outside and BF followed his fierce prey and I threw it some yards away. He snatched it up, threw it in the air, and played with it like he was a ballerina. "See how high I can jump after this mousie" "See how I can pass it from paw to paw in mid air" etc. etc. I thought he was clever, anyway. He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. ROTFLMAO! Good one Boyfriend! It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it, since he went out after about five or ten minutes, it was too much for him. Poor Uncle Bryan, he wouldn't hurt a cat, but BF doesn't realise. Before uncle went to bed he went to the back door, opened it and stood there. I asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for dog, eerr, cat. Challenge" Yes, it *is* a challenge to get BF to let you touch him. He is now fine with me but strangers can be just that too much scary. I have to laugh actually. Thirty seconds after my aunt and uncle go upstairs to bed, Boyfriend comes into the house and settles in my chair. I guess he's been waiting and listening for hours. I would so much like that he'd realise that not everyone except me is out to hurt him. He is an absolutely beautiful cat to look at, and his temperament is the kindest I have ever known. I can't imagine that someone could have illtreated him. He's almost perfect ;-) I suppose I'll never know what has made him so shy and unsure of himself. At least he's fine now. He is snoozing very peacefully, and very spread out, in my comfortable favourite armchair. Kitty is in the other one. sigh It's pouring with rain. another sigh Four days without rain must be a record in the UK and we just had it. Now it's over. It's throwing it down and very windy. Not like you folks get though. This might have been our summer, we could easily have missed it. Tweed Thanks for the post Tweed, that was delightful! Hugs, CatNipped |
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Christina Websell wrote:
He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. LOL! That really gave me a laugh. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it I think that's really sweet. Maybe Boyfriend realizes on some level that it's good for your uncle to be able to pet him, so he puts up with it. Cats can be intuitive about things like that. Joyce |
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Christina Websell wrote:
He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. LOL! That really gave me a laugh. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it I think that's really sweet. Maybe Boyfriend realizes on some level that it's good for your uncle to be able to pet him, so he puts up with it. Cats can be intuitive about things like that. Joyce |
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Christina Websell wrote:
He also failed to impress this morning, when the voles head was on the kitchen carpet and my aunt trod on it. I'm very much afraid that I laughed. LOL! That really gave me a laugh. It's been raining today, and Boyfriend has been in some of the time. He actually let my uncle stroke him and I tried not to notice that he was petting him and saying "beautiful boysie, lovely boysie, sweet boysie, puss puss" Because it's so great that a few phrases come together and mean what he wants them to mean. And Boyfriend let him, that's the amazing part, although I think he must have had to gird his loins to go through it I think that's really sweet. Maybe Boyfriend realizes on some level that it's good for your uncle to be able to pet him, so he puts up with it. Cats can be intuitive about things like that. Joyce |
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