| Title: | Meower Power - Where Differing Opinions are Respected |
| Notice: | purrrrr... |
| Moderator: | JULIET::CORDES_JA |
| Created: | Wed Nov 13 1991 |
| Last Modified: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
| Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
| Number of topics: | 1079 |
| Total number of notes: | 28858 |
Jimmy was ill last night. He'd eaten something to disagree with him (he
has a weak stomach) and was sick. For a couple of hours after that he
was the picture of suffering.
I was very concerned and put him by the radiator. I fussed over him and
petted him, whilst he lapped up the attention. He lay there, limp and
heavy-eyed, with a pained look on his little furry face. In fact he
looked as green as it is possible for a ginger cat to look.
That is, until Huw opened the fridge door in the kitchen. I have never
seen such a recovery in my life. Jimmy's eyes flew open wide, his head
lifted, then he raced into the kitchen and jumped straight into the
fridge, obviously after the ham that I keep in there for special
treats.
I'll never learn!
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| 679.1 | They get you coming and going.... | NETWKS::GASKELL | Mon Dec 13 1993 11:02 | 21 | |
I have been caught like that before as well. I am glad that your green
cat turned back to his rightful color, even if he was making the most
of the situation, at your expense.
That reminds me of my sister's cat Peter. It was Christmas morning.
I went into the sitting room to check the Christmas tree and Pete
was lying on the floor, his eyes fixed and glazed. He wasn't a young cat
and I thought that this was it not only had we lost a beloved cat, but
he had died on Christmas. I kneeled beside him and gently touched him,
his flesh felt hard, stiff and unresponsive. I shed a few tears and went
to get a towel to cover him with. As I lovingly tucked the towel around
him, the material jerked in a spasm and Pete hiccoughed. It was then
that I saw behind the tree, three packages of catnip mice torn up and
scattered. He was dead all right, dead drunk!
(I told my sister it wasn't a good idea to put them catnip mice under
the tree.)
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| 679.2 | That's Funny! | JULIET::RUSSELLPE_ST | Mon Dec 13 1993 13:31 | 5 | |
I just read the previous 2 notes to Bob and he roared with laughter.
I didn't know that cats could get that smashed on catnip.
Steffi
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| 679.3 | SUBURB::ODONNELLJ | Mon Dec 13 1993 14:50 | 8 | ||
They do! I've seen Jim staggering around in circles, unco-ordinated,
unable to focus, before he fell into a glazy-eyed heap in the floor.
My mother had a plastic bag of catnip to make toys with, you see, and
he stuck his head into the bag like a little glue-sniffer, A few deep
breaths and he was floating.
I've been careful with it ever since.
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