RABBIT: So, what do we have so far?
ELLY: *reading notes from laptop* Claw-ful for awful.
Cathletic for athletic. Fur real for for real. And everyone’s favorite… Purr-fect
for perfect.
CANDY: What about Hiss-terical for Hysterical?
HERMAN: Hiss-tory for history.
RABBIT: Oh! Litter-gator for litigator. My pal Peanut aka @PretzelKitteh
is actively looking into legal action to get Mom to stop pinning that cat pun
on him.
DORI: *mumbling with eyes closed* No matter what’s happening
in your life today, remember… you are not limited by your resources, your
family or your background.
RABBIT: *to the group* Is she having a stroke?
DORI: Almighty God has equipped and empowered you. He has
given you creativity, ideas, inventions… skills and talents.
CANDY: She’s trying to write a Wake-Up Call post. I can’t imagine the pressure she’s under having to switch gears from Bweaking Nooz to Wake-Up Call, to Letters from Dori, plus do an Intermew every couple of months. God! Inter-Mew. I’m sure Misty, Lisa and Sophie from @Misty.s_World cringed when they realized that’s what our blog calls Dori’s interviews.
He had been born under a neighbor's deck to Peaches, but when the neighbor boarded the entrance she brought Jack and Jesse to my yard where they lived happily every after... until someone struck Jack with enough force to send him missing for almost three weeks. When he returned he was walking in circles.
I took him to the vet where he stayed for a month. When he came home I could no longer pick him up. He had been severely traumatized, something he never recovered from. He turned feral with a huge dose of mistrust for all people including me that lasted until his dying breath.
Since we don't dispose of someone because they have problems, Jack moved indoors, followed shortly by Peaches to watch over him. Opie quickly adopted Jack as his best friend/brother and they remained tight up until the day Jack passed from cancer. They were Best Friends for twelve years.
Only a year apart, they were inseparable. Where you saw Opie, you saw Jack. They literally slept wrapped around each other for most of their lives, especially during their golden years.
While we understand the passing of a pet, it can't help but be noticed that the surviving pets also grieve. After Jack's passing Opie was lost and needy for extra comfort. His girls noticed and wrapped themselves around him for the following weeks. Opie eventually transferred his brotherly affection to KC, who is also a tabby of the same size and gentle nature as Jack. But they don't cuddle, but they dine side-by-side. At night Opie sleeps on the couch between his girl Peaches and his other girl ChauncieMarie.
Dear Mister Ralph Fiennes,
First, concatulations on yoor success as an actor. I didn’t
know who yoo were until my momma sat me down for a Ralph Fiennes mewvee marathon,
but now I have a pretty good idea of what yoor all about.
I was calling yoo RAL-pfff FIE-ness until my mom corrected
me and said yoo pronounced yoor name Raif. Raif Fines. I thought she was
pulling my tail, so I checked Speech Modification on YouTube and sure enough,
she was right.
I’m not asking yoo to change yoor name since you’ve been an actor a long time… longer than I’ve been alive… but maybe, when yoo are doing a new mewvee, yoo could turn to the camera when yoo first appear and introduce yoorself by slowly enunciating the correct way to say yoor name. This will avoid confusion for others like me.
Ahem! May I haz your attention please! Senior kittehs make pawsome pets. Why you want a young frisky kitten who needs so much supervision? Seniors have experience. They don't need supervision. They need LOVE. And what's more...a rescued senior knows what life is like when he's not wanted. He can give you so much more LOVE then a spoiled little kitten because he appreciates you SAVING HIS LIFE! Think about it.
And another thing...
*sees a bug, forgets what he was saying... climbs off soapbox and wanders off to find a place to nap*
