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On the other hand, you can just put her in a little burqua and no one will have the sense or temerity to question her right to be in the country.

And that’s just the cat. You wouldn’t believe the rules for weasels…

Oi. Remind me not to move to the UK anytime soon.

On the other hand, I probably wouldn’t move there anyway. I’d love an extended visit, but my hobbies include collecting military relic firearms, which wouldn’t be possible there….

There are antique firearm collectors in the UK, Scubafreak. You’ll never prevent men liking killsticks. They vandalize them in some way to “decommission” them for legal sale. Pour lead in the barrels or something.

I’m a new reader…and have slowly been putting the cast of characters together here…started looking through the archives, and got confused by your references to Chalotte the female cat. What happened to Damien of the Jaunty Balls? I hope I did’nt miss something bad an am asking a question akin to a fart in an elevator.

Great writing and graphics. Very enjoyable reading, by the way. Best of luck on your move.

New blood! Gooble-gabble, gooble-gabble. One of Us. One of Us.

Oh! <koff> Excuse me. Welcome to mine ‘umble blog, Gromulin.

Yes, sadly, Damien vanished around our mutual birthday in May. I walked the neighborhood, put up fliers, hung out at the pound, nada. Well, not nada — oddly, several of my neighbors claimed to have seen him, and that he was hungry and super friendly.

So blog consensus is that he got sick of the workmen and the chaos and took a powder.

Me, I think he would at least have come back for the occasional free meal (they have a cat door). My first guess is that he ventured onto the Interstate or something. A very rash and bold boy, was Damien.

My second guess is that somebody saw him being hungry and super friendly and took him in as a stray. I did that with a cat once, and the bastard lived to be twenty. The weird thing is, if that happened and his new owner ever takes him to a vet, he might pop up again — I had him chipped as part of the process described above.

OK. Gotcha. I grew up in a house that had many cats…it was like a homeless-cat networking group. As soon as one would wander off or pass away, a new one would show up on the doorstep.

Well, thats the problem, Stoatie. If they have to be functionally destroyed (rendered inoperable), then you may as well just buy a replica. The value is gone either way.

I own a First Production run M1 Garand, and would never be able to let someone sabotage it just to fulfill this or that ordinance. I would donate it to a museum first.

Available at Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/Nesco-FD-80-American-Square-Shaped-Dehydrator/dp/B00179DCCQ/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&s=kitchen&qid=1227037533&sr=1-13

You place the furry feline into this device a few days before you are set to travel, and simply pack her into your carry-on…

When you get to Old Blighty…just add a few drops of water and VOOM!….Miss Charlotte is back to her retromingent self….

And as for YOU!

You get to enjoy the full 10 Sunday mornings of sleeping in bed late…wallowing in your own filth!

We live w-a-y t-h-e h-e-l-l a-n-d g-o-n-e out in the country (that’s our actual address, too) in a very sparsely populated county in Colorado. And yet, a kitten showed up (hiding atop the tractor engine after the dogs chased her up there) outside our barn shortly after we had to put one cat down, and another showed up crying outside our door just a couple of weeks before our oldest (21-22, we’re guessing) died in her sleep.

I’m guessing there’s a waiting list.

Oooo! retromingent! A lemony-fresh new word (for me) to use, abuse, and annoy! You are now my BFFL, steve.

“You have revealed yourself as a miserable, carping, retromingent vigilante, and I for one am sick of wasting my time communicating with you” (Benjamin C. Bradlee, Editor, The Washington Post).

JW, I hear tell that there’s a very small Greyhound bus, just about kitteh size, and the destination placard reads JWPAINE FARM.

It bounces down the road, trailing bright pink yarn and jingle bells out the rear window…
🙂

“There are antique firearm collectors in the UK, Scubafreak.”

Not if our ‘elected representatives’ – like Angela Smith, MP for Basildon, for example – get their way:

http://www.echo-news.co.uk/news/3855579.Critics_slam_sale_of_replica_guns_and_Nazi_memorabilia/

Two words: Space Bag

LOL @Jill ^

Stoaty — I discovered the utility of those pads after taking care of my seriously-ill ex-spouse before he died. I had a boatload of them left over, so I put one under the box every time I change it. Despite the fact that the box is the size of a wading pool, Miss Maxine has issues with her aim … or trajectory … or something.

I think what Jill is referring to is the Catbus from “My Neighbor Totoro” http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/1/1d/250px-Catbus.jpg

Kitteh Central Command (or CATCOM) dispatches it as needed to maintain uniform feline coverage in its area of operation.

I thought pee pads were going to be the answer to my prayers. I have a greyhound who can’t get through an 8 hour work day without letting one go in the kitchen. So I put pee pads down all over the kitchen. So what does he do? He goes in another room.

That’s cute, BCR. “Uniform Feline Coverage” is how I got back to 3 of the little devils this year, I think.

Another kitteh bus here.

I have no doubt, Jill, that some sort of scheduled kitteh transportation is involved. They see quite organized.

steve: Oh, to actually use retromingent in an insult. I could die happy.

JW, it could be their other modus operandi: tiny little kitteh
paratroopers wafting gently down to earth…

Is the Uniform Feline Coverage program a sub-division of teh Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Committeh?

Jill, I was thinking Kitteh hippies having a jam-fest in the back yard… 😉

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6HvIvcdj1E

My rule is: don’t buy kittehs, never turn away a kitteh that comes to your door looking for a handout. Weirdly, I’ve had one cat at a time, with fairly short gaps between. There were several years between Andrew’s death and Charlotte’s arrival. Then Damien turned up and I had two at once, which really messed things up for a while.

Kittehs blow around like a hot wind. I do still miss Damien something fierce, though.

I always told my mom, Felix, that if she ever started using adult diapers, I’d know it wasn’t because she needed them, it was because she was too lazy to put down her book and get out of bed. Didn’t work out that way. Mortality is teh suxor.

Ummm…I think I just finished packing. Like, finished. Not counting the things I can’t do until it’s time to go, like my last plate.

I packed all my coffee mugs and I’ve been drinking my coffee out of a whisky tumbler. That’s so very, very wrong.

Never mind. It’ll get you used to the jam jars, which is what I’m down to here 😉

I dunno, Stoatie…. Make it an IRISH coffee, and it fits. 🙂

I’ll even throw in a bottle of scotch for ya..

My kittehs always kinda showed up unannounced…Senor Gato Negro came with teh house…Cato Fong was mewing inside the neighbor’s York a/c unit, which wasn’t running…and Ernie Douglas was dropped off on the porch and taken under Cato’s paw. Senor Gato fostered Cato who fostered Ernie. It was pretty cool.

My guys have also come in by Kitteh Express. Oliver was born in the pump house, and was abandoned by Momcat. Yeah, we had to constantly bottle feed him he was so young (please sir can I have some more?)

RC and Moonpie found me at a gas station at 5 AM one morning. What? Those are perfectly good names for cat brothers. Moonpie was obvious, he has a perfectly round head. RC, came about due to a thing in some parts of the south. Breakfast for some is a Moonpie and an RC Cola.

Gonna miss you, S. We had some fun times at AoSHQ. Have a great trip and enjoy the land of bucolicity.

Yeah, hey, goodnews, geoff — they has teh innernets in England now. We loaned ’em an IP and an old acoustic modem and they’re all set.

Allen, was there a comedian who did a routine about “an RC cola and a moon pie”? Because my mother used the phrase a lot and I got the impression it was from something. She pronounced it “arrah see” cola.

Our cat stands in his tray and shits down the outside side too. And then he moves the grit around and buggers off. Small world, eh?

geoff may just be anticipating that you will have so much fun with Uncle B that you won’t have time for us anymore.

*wipes tear away, but bravely trudges on*

Er, not to be a pedant, but the Taj Mahal isn’t a palace. It’s a mausoleum. Juss sayin’.

Weez:

the song “Lifestyles Of The Not So Rich And Famous” by Tracy Byrd includes the stanza:

Yeah our idea of high class livin’
Is sittin’ on the porch on a cool night
Our champagne and caviar
Is an RC Cola and a Moon Pie.

That’s the only reference to said comestibles I’m aware of.

Yeah, hey, goodnews, geoff — they has teh innernets in England now.

That is good, as long as you use them. I guess I formed a mistaken impression from some of your earlier posts that you weren’t going to continue blogging. I’m glad it was mistaken.

Just remember: Blogging Hottie ==> Good; Blogging Haughty ==> Bad.

Fair Weasel –

I seem to remember Andy Griffith had a routine on Moonpies and Arah-Cee Cola, back before he was Sheriff Taylor of Mayberry.

I am a yankee, but I must admit I have breakfasted on MPs & RCCs back when I lived in Boone NC, loooooong before it became a trendy skiing spot…