DIBS,
full disclosure; my sister who I lived with for a while, had like 6 or 7 of those fuzzy critters. The kind that acted like cats. aside from using me as a scratching post and the huge doses of anti-histimines required, they really grew on me.
G10, I responded to your late post, but think you were gone by then. Thanks for asking, but she was actually worse last night, poor thing could barely move. I think being poked, prodded and held down by 4 men might agree with Dave (sorry, Dave, couldn’t resist ; )), but it took a toll on her. Plus, she refused to eat – I think she smelled or tasted the pain med in her food, though I managed to finally get her to take it with American cheese slices. This morning I bought her a bacon, egg & cheese sandwich just to get her to eat. And even with an injured foot, she still digs her paws into the sidewalk about a block from home because she doesn’t want to go back inside the house.
CGar, yes there was another place with a 50 year old lobster. This story was just updated by the food writer for Bloomberg today.
More of an austin healey 3000 man myself.
“is there a storm coming?”
It’s going to be raining men.
Queue up the Weather Girls…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGLZqDXau98
quote:
And rescue cats have sweet personalities.”
Sure. Like rescued children and rescued pitbulls.
LOL! i resent that remark!!!! im a rescued child, and my dog is a rescued pitbull!
oh wait
*rob*
DIBS,
full disclosure; my sister who I lived with for a while, had like 6 or 7 of those fuzzy critters. The kind that acted like cats. aside from using me as a scratching post and the huge doses of anti-histimines required, they really grew on me.
Dave, I thought they were pressured to release Larry back into the ocean a long time ago? Am I thinking of another old lobster, perhaps?
awwww – poor thing
am sorry carga – so even the egg sandwich couldn’t cheer her up
“is there a storm coming?”
“There’s a storm coming! HIS storm!” –Mother Abigail, “The Stand”
G10, I responded to your late post, but think you were gone by then. Thanks for asking, but she was actually worse last night, poor thing could barely move. I think being poked, prodded and held down by 4 men might agree with Dave (sorry, Dave, couldn’t resist ; )), but it took a toll on her. Plus, she refused to eat – I think she smelled or tasted the pain med in her food, though I managed to finally get her to take it with American cheese slices. This morning I bought her a bacon, egg & cheese sandwich just to get her to eat. And even with an injured foot, she still digs her paws into the sidewalk about a block from home because she doesn’t want to go back inside the house.