reneGade20 said:

Shut up....or there will be no dinner tonight. At least that is why I am so young...and you are not. Stop threadjacking...

AnotherLoverToo said:

It happens everytime with my niece. I think I am becoming the mean aunt or something because I pretty much tell her that the dog live with US now and she is just visiting.

reneGade20 said:

Shut up....or there will be no dinner tonight. At least that is why I am so young...and you are not. Stop threadjacking...

Iggykatt said:

God, I just couldn't imagine keeping a pet for a year and then having to give it back to a questionable keeper. Of course, you're going to become attached! I wonder if you can dognap him or, at the very least, make your brother agree to meet some ground rules before you give the dog back?

Iggykatt said:

Renegade20

AnotherLoverToo said:

I have one even better...I will TELL MOMMA! He is the definition of a Momma's Boy (he is the youngest...the fucker even has the golden hair to go with it...we all have black hair) My mother will make him let me keep him. MWHA HA HA HA HA!!

Iggykatt said:

young? in what sense? Since u steal souls.....are talking in a vampire sense? Or is it biblical there, Methusela??

...and mind ur elders, dammit!!

AnotherLoverToo said:

oh...I get it...gang up on the reneGade.....

reneGade20 said:

It's pretty obvious you're lucky to have Iggykat, so it's only natural I'm gonna side with this woman!

AnotherLoverToo said:

yeah pretty much.....it takes a special woman to put up with me and with my chosen career...

...she knows whats up....

reneGade20 said:

That is sweet...

Now I guess I should cook dinner.

Let's have chicken...in honor of my father.

reneGade20 said:

That is sweet...

Now I guess I should cook dinner.

Let's have chicken...in honor of my father.

Iggykatt said:

Serve it with some broccoli spears, too!

AnotherLoverToo said:

she said she's got the chicken in the oven....and Broccoli Spears on the stove....

reneGade20 said:

I wanna come over, too!

Iggykatt said:

A friend of mine who lives in California was telling me that she'd read a news item recently about some type of water or food shortage in the area which was forcing raccoons in the Bay Area to hunt outdoor cats for food.

Whateva said:

Thanks! I would love to read it. That is Dutch, right?? When I was in Germany my colleages would fall out laughing at me because I would use Babelfish to translate something into German.

They could have but my grandfather was the meanest man in the world...I'm serious. Killing my father's chicken didn't phase him. I guess he was one of those non pet people as well.

brownsugar said:

Exactly, thus my comment about viewing pets as "entertainment", here on earth to give unconditional love to us and put up with our crap, and then be treated like worthless garbage when we get "bored" or they aren't meeting our needs anymore.

My parents have a situation where a "stray" cat started hanging at their place. It seemed obvious that the cat was an owned, indoor cat, as ALL FOUR paws were declawed. So, who in their right mind would let a completely defenseless cat roam outdoors? They figured someone in the neighborhood had a cat who accidentally got out. Anyway, my parents already have 2 cats who wouldn't take kindly to another addition, so they fed the stray cat outdoors, gave it lots of lovey-dovey petting, let it inside the garage at night, put up flyers in the neighborhood and ads in papers. It had been emaciated and had ear mites, and when they felt some "lumps", my parents broke down and took him to the vet, where it was discovered that he had a hernia, worms and ear mites. It cost about $200, all together.

The other day, the 12 yr old next door neighbor boy came to the door and claimed the cat, saying they'd been out of town on vacation and before they'd left, the cat had gotten out. My parents called the neighbor to let her know that they had medicine for the cat and that they'd bring it over. When they spoke, the woman stated that her sons had "gotten tired of the cats" (they have 2) and that when the cat had "escaped" before vacation and not come home, she had hoped that he'd just "gone off into the woods to die". Oh, and she'd just love it if my mom could continue to try to find a home for both cats.

This sort of behavior truly makes me feel sick to my stomach. Some folks seem to view animals as their "entertainment", and if the pet doesn't perform to standards, or perhaps becomes a bit difficult to deal with, suddenly they deserve to be abandoned or left to die? WTF?!
[Edited 7/21/06 12:12pm]

Iggykatt said:

OMG, that's exactly what this neighbor's kid did!! When they got home from their 2 week vacation, the 12 yr old was riding his bike and saw "his" cat on my parent's porch and ran up to the door, crying, saying it was "his" cat. According to his mom, the kid doesn't want the cats and is "tired" of them, yet when he saw the cat with someone else, his territorial hormones kicked in.

Iggykatt said:

It is Dutch I will try and finish it today and post it.

Well good this non pet thing didn't pas on to your dad and you

Whateva said:

A day late, but here it is

Flappie

It was Christmas morning 1961, I still know very well,
My rabbit’s cage was empty
And mother said I couldn’t go into the shed
And if I‘d be sweet and play
I would get a treat.
She didn’t know either where Flappie could have gone,
She’d ask daddy, but because he was busy
in the cycling shed, I should just try the next hour
to go and find Flappie for myself, he would be crawling around somewhere on the grass

But I was sure I closed the cage thoroughly
Like I did do each evening
I’d even returned to check it that previous evening
I don’t know why I did that
I stood in front of the cage for very long
As if I knew what I know now

It was first Christmas day 1961, we were searching Flappie
Father, just simply searched along
At the trees and water, but not inside the cycle shed
‘Cause he couldn’t ever be in there could he and I shook my head, no
We searched together, together until coffee time, family had their coffee
but I didn’t want anything
All I could think about was Flappie and how it could really freeze at night
Just quietly bent my little head, big tears of sorrow

But I was sure I closed the cage thoroughly
Like I did do each evening
I’d even returned to check it that previous evening
I don’t know why I did that
I stood in front of the cage for very long
As if I knew what I know now

It was first Christmas day 1961, they where eating noisy at the table
but I didn’t care that much
I thought of Flappie, my own little Flappie
Where would he be crawling around, I couldn’t eat
When after soup the main Course was served
My father spoke extremely funny: "look Youp there is Flappie"
I still see the silver dish and there he was laying in three pieces
for the very first time I considered my father as a terrible man
I went screaming and stamping to bed
First for an hour lied crying on my blanket
One more time I shouted from above the staircase "Flappie was mine"
I just stood at the window for a very long time
but the cage looked awfully deserted

It was second Christmas day 1961, mother still know this very well
Fathers bed was empty
And I told that she couldn’t go into the shed
And if she‘d be sweet and play
She would get a treat……………….

Whateva said: