Archive for the 'Cats' Category

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Back from hiatus.

Saturday, September 10th, 2005

I’m back. I needed a break. More to come.

And Sally’s been keeping an eye on all of you.
Peeking Sallypnut
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The Donald vs. The Cats

Monday, June 27th, 2005

The Donald and The Pnut.

The Donald and The Herbert.
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The Donald listens intently to Bert’s sage business advice.
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Bert tries to eat The Donald’s arm.
Trump cat

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No, really. I can fit. I’m fine.

Friday, June 24th, 2005

Sally in a box

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nose dot sun

Saturday, June 11th, 2005

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The manatee returns.

Saturday, August 14th, 2004

Herbert is home after a week of staying with the vet.

I think they’ve given me the wrong cat. I assumed that after putting him in cat jail for a week, I would be bringing home Crabby Angry Resentful Hide-in-the-Closet Mopey Bert, but I seem to have ended up with Snuggly Adventurous Hanging-Out-Downstairs Perky Bert.

I don’t what they did to him, but he’s a new man. Well, a new manatee.

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I miss Bert.

Friday, August 6th, 2004

I’m heading out to the airport soon. Yesterday was so draining. I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to get on the plane just so I can get back to sleep.

The vet visit with Bert went ok…He was a good boy, and he’s still holding strong at 32 pounds. He was proud of himself and didn’t want to get out of the scale.


“I weigh how much??”

Leaving him there was awful. I just keep seeing his little face as they carried him away. I realized when I walked in my door at home that I’ve never been in my house without him. Ever. It’s so quiet and weird here.

I miss you, Bert.

Time to catch a plane. Ugh. Well, at least my sweetie will be on the other end of this journey. :)

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The Manatee.

Thursday, August 5th, 2004

This is Herbert.

He is my hero.

But he is sick. He’s been battling bouts of colitis on and off for the last few years, and it flared up again yesterday. :(

I’m taking him in to see the vet today, and because I am going out of town tomorrow, I am going to board him at the vet while I’m gone. It’s just too much for my friend who normally catsits to have to deal with giving him pills and stuff. I’m pretty much freaking out. I know Bert will be miserable and scared. I also know it will be great to have him under the vet’s supervision for a while, so they can finally find out what’s going on with his tummy. But I’m still freaking out.

I keep telling him he is going on a vacation. I’m not sure he is buying it.

It’s going to be a long week. For both of us.