I drank a white beer for your white pussycat. Well she's at least partly white.

 

I made the bar "Im a bartender." toast to her memory. Sorry for your loss.

 

Christ, how much do those cost down your way? When I was in Detroit I saw some Dogfish Head for sale for absurdly high prices. It's best right at the brewery anyway. As an aside, the Dogfish Head restaurant/brewery locations are amazing in every possible way. If you ever get a chance, get to one. And try the 120 IPA.

Hustler, sorry about the cat. She looks like an interesting little bugger.

 

thanks kitty/bar crew.

 

there's one a couple minutes from me. the 120 will put you on your ***.

hey hustly, I'm having a nice 2005 carignane from alexander valley (Roshambo winery). It's pretty tasty. like a fruit pie with spice and buttery crust. a good one to have a few glasses of to mourn your kitty.

In other news, my cat is so sad about your cat that it is crying on my belly.

 

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both my cats sat on a ledge for ms. rozelle.

 

We rescued an older male cross-eyed Himalayan cat that had been declawed about seven years ago. His owner had gone into a nursing home and the dirtbag neighbors two doors down inherited him and just turned him out. He couldn't climb or fight back and was getting torn up a lot. We took him in. Four months ago he quickly went from a fat kitty to bone skinny. The vet said it was diabetes and would cost $1000 just to get started treating him. I didn't have it to spend. How could I justify it if I did? How could I just let him die, either? I studied on the possible treatments and decided to try to do it myself. I have been giving him insulin shots twice a day and taking blood glucose readings regularly. He went from not being able to walk or hold his head up to being somewhat active and a little less skinny. He's still an old dude, who's been through a lot, but when they depend on you and trust you to take care of them, you can't turn your back. They are part of the family. I've lost a few close cats and dogs through the years. And it is emotionally crushing. There is something about the honesty of the relationship. They don't fake it. And you don't either. It is real when you choose to spend time with each other.

Hustler, my condolences do you. It isn't easy. And it shouldn't be easy. Don't let the hurt keep you from sharing the goodness again soon.

 

don't do it kittah, you can't bring her back!!!

On a sad note, my sister is still making a plate of food for her.

 

I've had to catch the little one once, cause he thought he could jump down on me. If you only knew how gay I am with my cats...

 

Sorry for your loss. :(


Scott, I'm Jealous. You have very photogenic cats. My fat lazy black cat sucks with the pictures..