Im bottle feeding a kitten (the other 2 didnt make it more than a
day), not weaned yet, whose momma decided to sleep on that nice warm
forklift engine. The client knew there were kittens and kept an eye
on them for a couple days and realized that momma was not going to
care for them. He thought she had abandoned them...until she started
to stink. He found everything other than her head. Took a while to
get most of the pieces out of the forklift though. They finally
resorted to a pressure washer.....
I figure they were without food or water for about 5 days. Two died,
the third is a loud, hungry, obnoxious little asshole.
Ive named her Hillary.
On Fri, 12 Oct 2007 07:09:44 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
Got a really odd look the other day..working on a machine too, told
the customer Id be right back, I needed to go feed the baby.
He followed me out to my truck and within a couple minutes, he is
standing there in the middle of the parking lot with a tiny baby
bottle in one hand..feeding a hungry kitten in the other.each making
baby noises at each other, and a big grin on his face as Hillary made
bread on his hands, sucking on the bottle.
On Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:25:10 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
Sorry, no. Sentient and self aware thinking beings only.
One of the key elements of earning a DA as I see it is doing
something extremely stupid with the advance knowledge that it is
extremely stupid, but you deliberately go ahead and do it anyway.
"Here, hold my beer and watch this!"
--<< Bruce >>--
Okay, maybe 'sentient' would be a better word than 'self-aware', but
I still stand behind the statement.
Only if you're a cheeken and give up too easy. I call their bluff
if they try using claws - they get their paw slapped and a "No!"
If I start with the belly rubbins I'm going to keep doing it, and
they're going to damn well stop complaining and just sit there and
enjoy it. And it never fails, thirty seconds later they're purring
loud enough for CalTech to pick it up on the seismographs...
On Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:49:19 -0700, Bruce L. Bergman
You never met my twenty pound "George Orr" cat. He was an effective
If you violated the authorized belly rule, you may just be pulling back
a bloody stump!
I have a picture of him next to a stack of albums, and he dwarfs them!
We would comb fur out of him, make fur balls big enough to make another
cat, and we attacked them viciously!
If we placed a tiny plastic army man in his water dish, however, he
would "save his life" by reaching in with his paw, and scooping him out
from underneath in a very delicate manner, then sniffing at it along side
the dish to check for life signs.
George Orr was a cool cat! Sad that he is now in kitty heaven... sad
for me... I am sure he is fine.
He used to be able to jump all the way up on the frige, but he quit
doing it when his enormity got to be so much that his paws hurt on his
"return to earth". We think he was trying to achieve escape velocity.
Nope... one did NOT force one's way into the furry softness that was
"Authorized Belly". It was a rare treat, and encroachment was cause for
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