My first stalker was a cat also! My second one was a girl, and my third one was bird, its only fun when its a cat, then its just scary. Especially with birds….
Also, I agree with Skul, sorry but its just… unexplainable.
[What did I do? -Ed.]
They’re all just jealous that you got to marry SarahK and not them. [Tough. They should get over it. There’s more fish in the sea… just none as attractive. -Ed.]
Sixteen years ago a little skinny omencat came into my life. On July 19th this year, he lost his fight with cancer and I buried him under the honeysuckle bush he loved to survey his domain from. I never would have thought that we would be together so long and that I would miss him this much. I truly will never be able to own another black cat for the rest of my life. Rest in peace, Mr. Blister.
We’ve had lots of cats but the ones who have been the best are the ones who adopted us (we had one walk in the door, jump up on the bed, and never leave).
Hey, I was just joking, Frank. I would never wish that on the cat… 😉
And I agree, jonag- when I was still in 3rd grade, we found what we thought was a dead or injured cat laying in the street, right by our house. Turns out he was perfectly fine (apparently, the street is a comfy place to catch 40 winks… he was such an oddball from the start), so we took him in & in less than a day, he adopted me as his human. I had that cat for over 18 years until his death in ’98.
Good ol’ Mac.
For some strange reason, I don’t know why, I hope he bites you.
My first stalker was a cat also! My second one was a girl, and my third one was bird, its only fun when its a cat, then its just scary. Especially with birds….
Also, I agree with Skul, sorry but its just… unexplainable.
Go for the crotch, Omencat!
[What did I do? -Ed.]
[What did I do? -Ed.]
They’re all just jealous that you got to marry SarahK and not them.
[Tough. They should get over it. There’s more fish in the sea… just none as attractive. -Ed.]
I’ve got 4 Omencats and one of them is very prego. I keep one of them (spayed) as an indoor/outdoor pet.
Sixteen years ago a little skinny omencat came into my life. On July 19th this year, he lost his fight with cancer and I buried him under the honeysuckle bush he loved to survey his domain from. I never would have thought that we would be together so long and that I would miss him this much. I truly will never be able to own another black cat for the rest of my life. Rest in peace, Mr. Blister.
We’ve had lots of cats but the ones who have been the best are the ones who adopted us (we had one walk in the door, jump up on the bed, and never leave).
Hey, I was just joking, Frank. I would never wish that on the cat… 😉
And I agree, jonag- when I was still in 3rd grade, we found what we thought was a dead or injured cat laying in the street, right by our house. Turns out he was perfectly fine (apparently, the street is a comfy place to catch 40 winks… he was such an oddball from the start), so we took him in & in less than a day, he adopted me as his human. I had that cat for over 18 years until his death in ’98.
Good ol’ Mac.