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geofflambert -> RE: OT Loss of the family dog (6/18/2015 8:48:00 PM)
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Is the Moon a moon or a companion? I say companion. We're living on a double planet.
I've had 5 cats. All but one were allowed outside (because of age). His name was Fooey. Unfortunately I had to return him to the Humane Society because he was using my dirty laundry basket as his litter box. That was sad because he was extremely playful. Never have seen one so playful, but that was intolerable. Three of the others were also Humane Society cats. The first I named Bozo and he chose me. He was in a cage with two other cats that appeared to be siblings (of each other, not Bozo) and they were fighting. Bozo had both front paws out of the bars trying to grab me. It was like "please get me out of here". The jail break was successful. He wasn't too bright but that was ok. I lived in a neighborhood that had a lot of strays. He would try and make friends and when they would hiss and display and all that he didn't understand. He didn't hiss back or run away, he just found them to be unuseful. His first friend (though it started out pretty rough) was Meemo who was a grey tiger kitten (Bozo was a mostly white cat with black spots that looked clownlike, hence the name). Meemo was very aggressive at first but came to love Bozo. I was living in an apartment building which was shaped like the letter H. In the backyard part of the H fallen leaves would sometimes be carried up in the air in mini-cyclones that the H shape generated. Bozo would leap up into the air and try and catch those leaves. Meemo (that's short for something but I can't remember what at the moment, Mimonides or something) broke a foreleg once, maybe got hit by a car, and while wearing a cast caught a cicada and brought it in. He wanted to play with it but when he tried to use the casted foreleg to bat it around it instead came down on the cicada and went splat. He was very disappointed. Bozo died suddenly while outside of unknown reasons (there were no marks on him or anything) and Meemo died with a witness. No sign of distress of any kind before, just went into seizures and died. Then there was Shebee another grey tiger. Nothing remarkable comes to mind about her. Finally there is Erasmus Tazz. They named it Tazz and I added Erasmus (or Rassma- for short)I didn't get him from the pound, some friends wanted to be rid of him because he liked to pee on any paper left on the floor. It was either me or a death sentence. I got him to use the litter boxes for the most part but more recently he's reverted to paper. He's about 12. He's not going anywhere. I've just laid newspapers with plastic underneath where he likes to go and he uses them. For those of you who hate the NY Times, that's mostly what it is. I'm referring to a certain forumite who sometimes signs as "John". If he's made it this far I'll be surprised, not a cat person I think.
A philosophy prof I know once had a cat named "Lovable". This cat was smarter (from what I hear) than a lot of people I know. The professor would put him and another cat he had, "Spool", in the basement before bed each night. Lovable would promptly begin manipulating the doorknob til it opened. He would then go up to the top floor bedroom of another friend, an assistant to the professor who was living in his house at the time and wake him up. This guy would open his window so the cat could go out on the roof of the house and spend the night there. The routine never changed. Spool would follow Lovable out of the basement but wasn't interested in being on the roof.
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