tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post1663678762035741449..comments2024-03-10T07:14:33.790-03:00Comments on Procrastinating Donkey: Queen of Hearts, Despite Some Bad Habitsjenny_ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-43453661748373716502018-02-09T14:46:40.621-04:002018-02-09T14:46:40.621-04:00"Our" vet just means the veterinarian of..."Our" vet just means the veterinarian office we take our cats to - we don't own them, although it might be cheaper if we did! ha ha<br /><br />This post was written before our son took BoyCat to live with him - he is much happier there than he was here, so I am happy too. jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-35336213467010692002018-02-09T04:57:30.253-04:002018-02-09T04:57:30.253-04:00i did not know that you have your own vet dear Jen...i did not know that you have your own vet dear Jenny this is great that you cure pets,lovely job indeed!<br />i feel sorry for catboy who lost his such friendly brother and akka is not being nice to him i can see her eyes are demon eyes really .<br />this is sweet of you that you adopt her when she came to you after accident and was not claimed by any one ,she is beautiful cat with queeny attitude bailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-8426012327463876612016-04-15T22:43:41.223-03:002016-04-15T22:43:41.223-03:00Haha! Well, I'll go ahead and admit that I own...Haha! Well, I'll go ahead and admit that I owned very few dogs in MY life (ONE)! And I've certainly had fun reading your doggy tales, Diane.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-24791079646723395322016-04-15T22:42:23.603-03:002016-04-15T22:42:23.603-03:00Indeed. It's good that you know your place!Indeed. It's good that you know your place!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-51229877589214236952016-04-15T14:30:56.114-03:002016-04-15T14:30:56.114-03:00Here is where I make the embarrassing admission th...Here is where I make the embarrassing admission that I have owned very few cats in my life (one). But I certainly enjoy the stories!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-10211239422613545532016-04-14T20:48:38.998-03:002016-04-14T20:48:38.998-03:00Ow - ow - ow ... for both these stories. Well, at ...Ow - ow - ow ... for both these stories. Well, at least I'm feeling somewhat better about our two generally getting along. Maybe small cats have to be scrappy to survive. Our third cat (Sweetie) despite her name is the most hostile of the three and can't be loose with the other two. She is the smallest of the bunch.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-15414590313766622682016-04-14T20:41:37.976-03:002016-04-14T20:41:37.976-03:00Hahahaha!
I think our guy just got another nickn...Hahahaha! <br /><br />I think our guy just got another nickname: door mat buddy ...jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-87644755539936088142016-04-14T17:39:34.429-03:002016-04-14T17:39:34.429-03:00Missy is obviously related to lots of cats I have ...Missy is obviously related to lots of cats I have known. M'lady was imperious. About everything. She was a tiny cat. And bigger cats got out of her way. She liked to wash Medlyn. Experience taught him it was dangerous. But he succumbed. Every time. And she would carefully wash him until he stretched out his neck in bliss. And then she would bite him in the throat.<br />And Ming (also a small cat) used to nail other cat's ears to the floor. She would sit in the door way and wait. They would walk/scurry past her. And her hot foot would snake out, hook into their ear and then she would put her foot on the ground. The other cat had a choice. It could stay there - or tear a hole in its ear pulling free.<br />Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-84186704114362129802016-04-14T15:22:47.748-03:002016-04-14T15:22:47.748-03:00Cat stories forever. We had a cat that ate her way...Cat stories forever. We had a cat that ate her way to diabetes. Never a favorite cat of mine; we found her in the garden under a cabbage leaf--literally.<br />The grey tabby who died a couple of years ago always considered himself a doormat. Toby, the current cat, closed right in on this, as it meant free ear cleaning. It's what Toby misses the most about his door mat buddy, and will lick my arm and rub his head on the spit. Best he can get; I don't do ears.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405619091794912972.post-67837383245852255522016-04-14T14:47:21.816-03:002016-04-14T14:47:21.816-03:00In my experience, the head cat runs the place, and... In my experience, the head cat runs the place, and I'm lucky to have a job there as servant...<br /><br /> -Doug in Oaklanddinthebeasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12941071534250216503noreply@blogger.com