So I'm coming home, and Deena had 3 loads of laundry in the dryer, so I grabbed one on my way up with the bike. Then i go down to fold the rest and bring it up. Well the cat got out the back, and there's nowhere he really could have gotten to, but we just couldn't find him.

So she's hunting for him, and i'm typing up this flyer.



Luckily she found the fat bastard before i printed any up.

Now I'm gonna go and watch the Star Wars Trilogy.

Fucking cats. Dogs are so much easier.

why would the cat die?

btw, Phil, don't EVER read that book Marley and Me. I was in tears reading that damn thing.

Another great story ruined.

I got 18 pages in and stopped cold.

*shudders*

The night is young, and I've got a fridge of Fat Tire.

Tomorrow IS the last day of school, only two hours, no kids, and I'm never gonna work in CPS ever again. Could be epic.

And Deena laughed at the sign.

Fucking cat just cost us $1200 cause he had crystals from eating the dog food cause he's a fucking pig. So now he's on this special diet food.

At least one of us is smart. I read the entire thing. I have this thing about finishing books that I start, even though I know I'm going to hate it.

Let's just say a couple of nights ago, I got to the part where they're dealing with Marley's senior years, and a lot of the symptoms they described (hearing loss, eyesight failing, not as limber, moving slower, etc.) totally described my 12 year old dog Bean. After I turned off the light, I laid in bed crying quietly. "I'm not finishing the book!" I told myself. But of course, the next night, I finished the book like a sniveling idiot. I was never so glad to be done with a book in my life (this also explains why I was a little depressed earlier this week).

Almost as bad as "Old Yeller" or "Where the Red Fern Grows."

that takes me back. i haven't thought of that book since fifth grade.

I read the whole thing, too. And, I was a blubbering idiot by the end. Our friends loaned it to us and they have a 15 year old lab. The wife read it, her husband saw her crying through the whole thing and has vowed not to read it until their dog has died. I think Phil may wait 15 years for Sadie to go until he reads it since he watched me cry through the whole book too.

I've got a thing about finishing books too, but I know my limits.

C'mon Dana, you're strong enough to know when to say when.

Sadie will be two in December, and I knew that book would be a train wreck. Plus, my friends Pete and Cye have a dog named Riley, a golden, who's almost 16. I love that dog. Obviously, not the way they do, but he's such charming gentleman, and to see him get older is just murder.

Hell, I don't even like our cat, he's fucking demonic, and (don't tell deena) that's kind of what's charming about the little fucker. And I don't want him to die. I'd do what I could to keep him alive, he's only 5. Even though he's a SERIOUS pain in our collective arse.

babe, Riley's a golden, not a lab.

And Where The Red Fern Grows was way sadder than Old Yeller which nearly killed me. Let's not get into Anna Sewell's Black Beauty.

O.k. I'm a wuss.

I know, Phil, I know.... secretly I think I'm a glutton for punishment. Of course, I was feeling all weepy about Bean getting old and things slowing down, and what does he do? He catches and kills a squirrel in our backyard the other day. So clearly, the boy has some livin' left to do!

My lab is 10, and she acts like she's 3 some days. I haven't really seen a whole lot of senior symptoms creep up on her yet. And she's much smaller than Marley in the book-- she maybe weighs 65 lbs at most. She's our supermodel.

Sadie is a featherweight comparatively. She looks much larger than she is till she gets a bath. Then she looks about cocker spaniel sized with a skinnier frame. When she's dry, she's all foofy. Half of her body weight is that boa she calls a tail.

me too. actually, just one fat tire. but it sure is delicious.

can you lose my cat? i won't be mad at all. actually it's not even my cat... it's my roommates' but i feel like it's mine since i somehow got stuck taking care of the little shit.

$2.30 something a bottle if you buy a 12er at Jewel.

Sure. I'm a fucking PRO...

one of my little bros had the crystals. frustrating problem.

Kitties...

You know, I've heard that cats don't just bolt across town like dogs do. Chances are the cat is really close to your place - under a bush or something afraid of what to do.

That's what my cats would do. They race out the door and stay in the closest bush to the house. They're completely confused in an apartment now.

Same here, my cats run outside and make it about 6 feet. One of them usually immediately turns around and runs back in. The other one stops at the first sign of greenery and starts eating it.

Has anyone here ever read the kid's book "I'll Always Love You"? It about a little boy and his dog growing up together. It's also tear-inducing.

That's what one of ours does. It's funny to see him bolt for the door like he's making a prison escape and then stop and start eating grass.