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On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 19:51:28 GMT, "Hopitus2"
yodeled: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. Hey, mine is Stinky. And I love him. Theresa alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. (Aldous Huxley) |
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On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 19:51:28 GMT, "Hopitus2"
yodeled: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. Hey, mine is Stinky. And I love him. Theresa alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. (Aldous Huxley) |
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Somehow, "Stinky" is endearing and appealing. OTOH, although unique and
innovative, "Stinkpaw" turns me off, for one......but the cat probably doesn't mind a bit. "Kreisleriana" wrote in message ... : On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 19:51:28 GMT, "Hopitus2" : yodeled: : : "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. : : Hey, mine is Stinky. And I love him. : : : : Theresa : alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ : : Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal : claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. : (Aldous Huxley) |
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Somehow, "Stinky" is endearing and appealing. OTOH, although unique and
innovative, "Stinkpaw" turns me off, for one......but the cat probably doesn't mind a bit. "Kreisleriana" wrote in message ... : On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 19:51:28 GMT, "Hopitus2" : yodeled: : : "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. : : Hey, mine is Stinky. And I love him. : : : : Theresa : alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ : : Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal : claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. : (Aldous Huxley) |
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"O J" wrote in message ... On Fri, 16 Apr, Hopitus2 wrote: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. I was taking that short-cut one day, and came across a young man talking to the cat. Thinking that it might amuse him to know the cat's name, I told him it was Stinkpaw. "No it's not," he replied, "my parents just call him that. His real name is Rusty." Regards and Purrs, O J LOL!! |
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"O J" wrote in message ... On Fri, 16 Apr, Hopitus2 wrote: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. I was taking that short-cut one day, and came across a young man talking to the cat. Thinking that it might amuse him to know the cat's name, I told him it was Stinkpaw. "No it's not," he replied, "my parents just call him that. His real name is Rusty." Regards and Purrs, O J LOL!! |
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On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 20:38:37 GMT, O J wrote:
On Fri, 16 Apr, Hopitus2 wrote: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. I was taking that short-cut one day, and came across a young man talking to the cat. Thinking that it might amuse him to know the cat's name, I told him it was Stinkpaw. "No it's not," he replied, "my parents just call him that. His real name is Rusty." Regards and Purrs, O J "Thoughts are things..." Don't demean your friend. Call him by a loving name. IMHO |
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On Fri, 16 Apr 2004 20:38:37 GMT, O J wrote:
On Fri, 16 Apr, Hopitus2 wrote: "STINKPAW"? And supposedly she loved that cat......LOL. I was taking that short-cut one day, and came across a young man talking to the cat. Thinking that it might amuse him to know the cat's name, I told him it was Stinkpaw. "No it's not," he replied, "my parents just call him that. His real name is Rusty." Regards and Purrs, O J "Thoughts are things..." Don't demean your friend. Call him by a loving name. IMHO |
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You and your wife's hearts were certainly in the right place! Kudos for
being willing to try and help 'cause he could've needed rescuing for real. Christine "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path between it and the next building. You could park on the street back past the path and walk through to go in the front door. For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves. As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was doing with that cat. I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself. As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well, it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself correct. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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You and your wife's hearts were certainly in the right place! Kudos for
being willing to try and help 'cause he could've needed rescuing for real. Christine "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, My wife and I used to live in a nice apartment with a path between it and the next building. You could park on the street back past the path and walk through to go in the front door. For almost a week, we had seen the same orange male sitting at about eye level in the crotch of a tree on the path and seemingly, he had never moved. We first saw him there on Monday, and by Friday Lynda requested that I 'do something' about the cat. I demurred, claiming that the cat could almost certainly take care of himself and that he would come down when he got tired, bored, or hungry. My protestations were of no avail however, and I soon found myself proceeding downstairs while donning a pair of thick leather gloves. As I got the tree, I started talking to the cat, calling him sweet puss and other blandishments. I was just about to test the protection that I hoped would be provided by the leather gloves when a face appeared in the window on the side of the building. The woman attached to the face asked me pointedly just what did I think I was doing with that cat. I replied that I supposed that it depended on who you asked. I stated that if you were to ask my wife, I was rescuing the cat, but if you asked me I was making a damn fool of myself. As it turned out, Stinkpaw was her cat and he just liked to be close to home even though he liked to do it from outdoors. Oh well, it wasn't the first time I had felt like a fool and had proved myself correct. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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