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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 4, 2003 23:19:21 GMT -5
The very first year I lived in Seattle, it snowed before Thanksgiving. I got a rep for having "issues with the weather". Hell, yeah - I was from Sacramento! And then it hardly snowed, ever again. At most, once a year, and usually in February. I've been on the UW campus in the snow, and I had issues with it, too- for one thing, I thought that by NOT going to grad school in Pullman I wouldn't have to deal with the stuff again. Western Washington snow is almost always deeply unpleasant- not cold enough, for the most important thing, wet and prone to compact into lumpy ice. Julia, Snow is best in flat places, without me in them
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Post by Rachael on Dec 4, 2003 23:19:33 GMT -5
I hate moments like this, when the chat is loads of fun, but I really do need to go to bed. Morning comes mighty early in these parts. But I need to feed my addiction, too. It's just not freaking fair. All right, I give in. G'night all. Have a great chat. Aw, come on, Dave - it's only 11:15. You know you want to stay and play with us. . . .
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Post by Laura on Dec 4, 2003 23:19:34 GMT -5
Spike recently attacked a plastic bag and got the handles twined about his waist, then ran around the house in a panic, trying to get away from the bag, which seemed to be chasing him. He's now afraid of plastic bags. ;D I laughed really hard. I couldn't help it. I just did too, thinking about the cat.
I love cats. I haven't had one in a few years now. (Well, technically, I haven't had one in well over a decade, but as long as my parents' cats were alive, they were "mine." The last one died 3 or 4 years ago.)
Cats are just so amazing. One of mine used to entertain herself endlessly with a pen cap -- just the top of a plain old Bic pen. The plastic was soft enough that she could "sink her teeth" into it, but still hard enough not to fall apart. She used to bat it around the house, or carry it from one room to another. Sometimes, if she wanted you to play with her, she'd jump on your lap with the pen cap, and drop it. You were then expected to throw it. Not that she ever really "fetched," but she did want you to feel as though you were participating.
And oh -- whoever had the cat carrying socks? Another one of mine used to do that. This one had had a litter of two, one of which died at 6 weeks (we kept the other one). The cat would take rolled, clean socks either out of the basket, or off the top of a dresser (we were good at folding; we weren't good at putting away), and wander around the house with it in her mouth, giving this throaty, "miaow." We always thought that somehow she was looking for her lost kitten.
Battery's getting low (the laptop's; mine too). Need to recharge!
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Post by Nickim on Dec 4, 2003 23:19:57 GMT -5
We had a tiny bit of snow yesterday. Just enough to leave slush on the cars. I am anti-snow, except for Christmas day. After that, it needs to go away. We've just had a few flurries. I love to take walks when it's snowing, especially at night.
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Post by Nickim on Dec 4, 2003 23:22:01 GMT -5
I hate moments like this, when the chat is loads of fun, but I really do need to go to bed. Morning comes mighty early in these parts. But I need to feed my addiction, too. It's just not freaking fair. All right, I give in. G'night all. Have a great chat. Nighty night, Dave.
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Post by karalee on Dec 4, 2003 23:22:45 GMT -5
Spike recently attacked a plastic bag and got the handles twined about his waist, then ran around the house in a panic, trying to get away from the bag, which seemed to be chasing him. He's now afraid of plastic bags. ;D I laughed really hard. I couldn't help it. The cat I have right now is too crabby to play (she is the one that recently scratched the edge of Piper's eye). My parents have had a bad year with cats, three of their four long-time cats died. My dad's favorite was hit by a car last week and it nearly did him in. I felt so bad for him.
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Post by Rachael on Dec 4, 2003 23:22:50 GMT -5
I just did too, thinking about the cat.
I love cats. I haven't had one in a few years now. (Well, technically, I haven't had one in well over a decade, but as long as my parents' cats were alive, they were "mine." The last one died 3 or 4 years ago.)
Cats are just so amazing. One of mine used to entertain herself endlessly with a pen cap -- just the top of a plain old Bic pen. The plastic was soft enough that she could "sink her teeth" into it, but still hard enough not to fall apart. She used to bat it around the house, or carry it from one room to another. Sometimes, if she wanted you to play with her, she'd jump on your lap with the pen cap, and drop it. You were then expected to throw it. Not that she ever really "fetched," but she did want you to feel as though you were participating.
And oh -- whoever had the cat carrying socks? Another one of mine used to do that. This one had had a litter of two, one of which died at 6 weeks (we kept the other one). The cat would take rolled, clean socks either out of the basket, or off the top of a dresser (we were good at folding; we weren't good at putting away), and wander around the house with it in her mouth, giving this throaty, "miaow." We always thought that somehow she was looking for her lost kitten.
Battery's getting low (the laptop's; mine too). Need to recharge! Spike actually does the whole fetch thing. Brings a ball, or his stuffed slug (a Pacific Northwest toy; trust me, it's more cute than gross) and drops it on my feet. I throw it, he retrieves it and brings it all the way back and drops it again. It's amazing, because before this, the closest I've gotten was a cat who'd bring it half way back and then look at me as if to say, "well? I did my part."
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Post by Laura on Dec 4, 2003 23:24:19 GMT -5
I've already had snow, and I can tell you, I'm against it. Julia, it is not supposed to do that here, at least until after Christmas! I know we did the whole "I hate snow" discussion a couple of parts back. I don't hate it, I just wish the snow would just fall in the places where it's pretty -- like the trees (but not any overhanging houses or power lines), the parks, the lawns, the ski slopes -- and not anyplace where people need to go -- that the roads and the sidewalks (and the parking lots).
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 4, 2003 23:24:48 GMT -5
Well, it's only 8:20 or so here but I've been awake forever, again, and besides I'm going to watch my tapes of Becoming because I missed some of the good lines ("It's a really big rock. Wait 'til I tell my friends...") and the CSI that's on tonight gave me nightmares for three days after I saw it the first time, so no, thanks.
Tomorrow is the once-every-two-weeks trip to the library with The Nephew, so I may not be around much. Unless of course Uncle Franklin is too ill to do it. He's still pretty ill, but the rest of us are getting better. So, oh well, he had like 38 days of sick leave accrued, so maybe they'll just appreciate him more when he goes back.
Julia, to sleep perchance not to dream about being locked in a closet
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Post by karalee on Dec 4, 2003 23:25:10 GMT -5
I hate moments like this, when the chat is loads of fun, but I really do need to go to bed. Morning comes mighty early in these parts. But I need to feed my addiction, too. It's just not freaking fair. All right, I give in. G'night all. Have a great chat. Good night, Dave.
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Post by Nan-S'cubie Mascot on Dec 4, 2003 23:25:18 GMT -5
Spike recently attacked a plastic bag and got the handles twined about his waist, then ran around the house in a panic, trying to get away from the bag, which seemed to be chasing him. He's now afraid of plastic bags. ;D I laughed really hard. I couldn't help it. Which episode was that? Must have missed it. Sounds fun to watch. Was he nude at the time? Drunk? That would have been even better.
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Post by Laura on Dec 4, 2003 23:26:24 GMT -5
Spike actually does the whole fetch thing. Brings a ball, or his stuffed slug (a Pacific Northwest toy; trust me, it's more cute than gross) and drops it on my feet. I throw it, he retrieves it and brings it all the way back and drops it again. It's amazing, because before this, the closest I've gotten was a cat who'd bring it half way back and then look at me as if to say, "well? I did my part." LOL! See, that's why I love cats, and why I just will never be a dog person -- sorry, Gail, I don't hate dogs, just will never love them. But cats are just so, well, snarky!
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Post by karalee on Dec 4, 2003 23:26:37 GMT -5
We've just had a few flurries. I love to take walks when it's snowing, especially at night. Ugh, I stay out of the stuff. I'm such a wimp My blood has a long trip to my toes, so they are always cold.
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Post by Laura on Dec 4, 2003 23:27:52 GMT -5
Well, it's only 8:20 or so here but I've been awake forever, again, and besides I'm going to watch my tapes of Becoming because I missed some of the good lines ("It's a really big rock. Wait 'til I tell my friends...") and the CSI that's on tonight gave me nightmares for three days after I saw it the first time, so no, thanks. Tomorrow is the once-every-two-weeks trip to the library with The Nephew, so I may not be around much. Unless of course Uncle Franklin is too ill to do it. He's still pretty ill, but the rest of us are getting better. So, oh well, he had like 38 days of sick leave accrued, so maybe they'll just appreciate him more when he goes back. Julia, to sleep perchance not to dream about being locked in a closet 'Night, Julia. 'Night, Dave. Thanks for opening the part!
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Post by Shan on Dec 4, 2003 23:28:50 GMT -5
Crush the pill to powder and mix it into however much cream or 1/2 & 1/2 or whatever other substance you know your cat totaly digs and can/will devour in one go no matter how pillified it is.
Worked for me and my Boris, anyway.
S
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