Thought for the day - November 17, 2000

Subject: RE: Thought for the day - November 17, 2000
From: katlaughing
Date: 17 Nov 00 - 06:33 PM

Well, Gus, while Kelpie says she'll slap you into shape so that you'll not call HER a bitch, again, she also says, "Why doncha come up and see me sometime, big fellah?" Now, Gus, it is a bit of a trek and i woldn't want you to get hurt or lost or break our Spaw's heart or anything, so maybe you'd better look a litle closer to home, for now, anyway...

Sinsull, that it positively Roman-esque of your Homey! I love it; silly guests shouls know better!

Mrzzy, uh, is this best friend of your, um, a Cat??**BG**

Thanks, all, these have been fun

luvyakat

Subject: RE: Thought for the day - November 17, 2000
From: catspaw49
Date: 17 Nov 00 - 10:56 AM

Hey Cats..........Name's Gus. What kinda' wimp-ass mother are you anyway? I'll be happy to take that Kelpie dame off your hands.....I don't think any of you pussies know what to do with a bitch like her anyway........Ya' got a problem with that? I can fix your problem in a New York minute........Maybe less.......Oh yeah, I got somethin' for your ass...Got some advice....do it my way and we'll all get along.........So you see my point then huh? Maybe yer smarter than you look.............I'm headin' outside for awhile, gotta' take care of things, ya' know? If I decide to come back, maybe I'll kick some Cornish ass.......Then again, maybe I'll head your way for a little strange, ya' know? I got long gray hair and I walk the walk.......you'll recognize me.

Gus

Subject: RE: Thought for the day - November 17, 2000
From: SINSULL
Date: 17 Nov 00 - 10:40 AM

Kat,
I am so relieved that I am not the only one who tucks favorite afghans in secret places for the cat to snuggle on. A guest recently came home late. To avoid disturbing us, he slepped on the sofa using Homey's red "bankie" for cover. Homey was furious and pulled his bulimic trick - he ate every bit of dry food in all three dishes and vomited it all back up into the offending guest's shoes. To add insult to injury, said guest sleepily stuck his bare feet into the shoes without looking first.

Subject: RE: Thought for the day - November 17, 2000
From: Mrrzy
Date: 17 Nov 00 - 10:26 AM

I do like cats. Of course, I LOVE dogs, but I really do like cats. Nice Thought, O Venerable One. And as an aside on this day, Happy Birthday to my best and oldest-in-the-US friend, good luck with your gubernatorial bid, you've got a long 4 years ahead of you!

Subject: Thought for the day - November 17, 2000
From: GUEST,Heyokah the Venerable aka Mommy's Boy
Date: 17 Nov 00 - 12:53 AM

I am Siamese is you please; I am Siamese if you don't please.

Actually it matters not to me what you please, unless it pleases My Madam also. 'Tis I, Heyokah-hey, who has been with My Madam longer than any of her other subjects. 'Tis I she snuggles and kisses on the forehead, naming me her "Best Boy" softly calling me in a nasal tone appoximating my own superior accent, calling Haaaay OOOOOHHHH kaw hay, in a singsong fashion. Sometimes she calls to me, singing "HeyOH, c'mon with MOMMEE, git up here wif MOMMEE, I've got a blankie" and I find her quite irresistable. She really does quite well at it, most times I am able to fathom what she intends.

While I maintain an almost constant state of decorum, I am not called after the Native American jokester character for nought. I love to hear My Madam laugh, so often will find myself doing such silly things even though it doesn't befit my station in life. She will call me to fishie and I will pretend to misunderstand, running for the door for a walkie instead.

Madam is worried about me at the moment. She knows I abhor change, like my warm comforts, hate riding in the box that roars, and have not many teeth left. She understands my delicate constitution under stress and I confess, makes it as acceptable as possible. The house is dotted with baby blankies in all of my favourite spots and she is quick to assert my First One's Rights whenever one of the others steals a spot. She is also lovely at providing escort service to and from the facilities and the dining table. As long as I am with My Madam, I will tolerate almost anything.

I must say I am quietly excited about the box of bars she has promised is on its way. Whether a safe haven for Ms. Lovee and me or a Time Out for that nasty youngster, Trystan, I shall be glad of the respite from constantly watching my back and sides and front whenever he lurks. Amongst the rest of us he is known as the Stealth Cat. 'Tis a pity all of the old ladies who would have put a stop to his nonscence with a sharp slap on the nose have passed on, it falls to the others to hold their own with him, as Lovee has indicated she does with her lovely voice. It is an even draw between him and Kelpie, while the Beige Bros. don't mind a little rough and tumble. I, of course, am above all of that and will simply wait for My Madam to put it right when things get out of paw.

I shall be relieved when the Move is over. For now, I curl up in my special place on or by the hot thing My Madam sits in front of to visit with you or on the special blankie-on-a-box she has fixed up specially for me. My delicate nerves are a bit on edge at the moment, but it certainly has been helpful and pleasant to visit with you.

Good day to you one and all,

Heyokah the Venerable, of course