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Well, I'm recuperating from an exciting half-hour, thx to my cat. She chased a lizard around the garage until she caught it, and then managed to con me into letting her in, before I noticed the vermin hanging from her mouth. :facepalm: So I had to wait till she dropped it, and it ran into the open, so I could swat it with a broom. Did that, but it wasn't nearly as dead as it looked, and it ran away again, till she caught it again.. this time, when it ran into the clear under a table, I swatted it with the broom until I pretty much flattened it... then scooped it into the dustpan and tossed it outside, while hollering at her DON'T BRING ANYMORE VERMIN INTO THE HOUSE!

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Draconigena

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In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)​

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

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PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

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Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
 
Train

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Sorry for your loss.
What an awesome kitty.
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Draconigena said:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)​

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

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PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

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Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
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Khassy

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Draconigena said:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)​

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

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PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

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Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
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Draconigena said:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)​

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

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PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

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Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
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Sorry for your loss bud, he was a great looking cat.
 
AndriaD

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Khassy said:
I think they spliced in Wilfred Brimley's genes.
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Well, exactly like pugs, they look like they've been chasing parked cars. :facepalm: I can kinda see the cute factor of the "scottish fold" (flop-eared) kittys, but not those mashed-face cats. Ugly.

Andria
 
Whiskey

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Draconigena said:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)​

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

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PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

View attachment 80188 View attachment 80189

Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
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Awwww he was so loved:hug:<3
 
Draconigena

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This might sound really strange to some of you, but I feel more for my cats than I could possibly feel for most of the hoomons on this planet. Especially my little Xena (yes, the Warrior Princess, AKA "My Precious"), who gets in my lap several times a day and has taken over Kato's (RIP) old job of "feeling" my stress level and stopping me from overworking myself (us oldt pharts on the farm can overdo it way too easily). She will literally yell at me when I have worked too long or too hard out in the barn until I sit down, then she jumps in my lap and tells me, in no uncertain terms, that I am gonna sit still and love on her until I get unwound. Now that PJ is gone, I have only four cats left in the house and the six wild ones in the garage are starting to allow me to touch them during feeding time, and they all sit at the garage door every evening waiting for me to come in from doing barn chores and fill their food bowl. I suspect my soul is part cat because I have never ever met one that I cannot get along with, which is more than I can say for 99% of the people I have met in this life.
 
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Draconigena said:
This might sound really strange to some of you, but I feel more for my cats than I could possibly feel for most of the hoomons on this planet. Especially my little Xena (yes, the Warrior Princess, AKA "My Precious"), who gets in my lap several times a day and has taken over Kato's (RIP) old job of "feeling" my stress level and stopping me from overworking myself (us oldt pharts on the farm can overdo it way too easily). She will literally yell at me when I have worked too long or too hard out in the barn until I sit down, then she jumps in my lap and tells me, in no uncertain terms, that I am gonna sit still and love on her until I get unwound. Now that PJ is gone, I have only four cats left in the house and the six wild ones in the garage are starting to allow me to touch them during feeding time, and they all sit at the garage door every evening waiting for me to come in from doing barn chores and fill their food bowl. I suspect my soul is part cat because I have never ever met one that I cannot get along with, which is more than I can say for 99% of the people I have met in this life.
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I don't think that will sound strange to anyone who has a pet they care about. :)
 
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