Melody - she is 6 years old as of yesterday July 14 - 

she has been my kitten since she was 5 months old 


well - 

i guess i messed up forgetting my cats birthday 

wish her a happy birthday so I can make it up to her 

k ?




 - on the other hand there is Dora whom I had since she was 9 months and is 3 years old and acts like it was HER birthday

So, in kitty years, she's about your age right now, ya?

Who actually keeps track of such things?   Are you kidding me? 

Mooch, I miss Dora the Explorerer.

Happy Birthday, Melody.  

Guitarhacker


Who actually keeps track of such things?   Are you kidding me? 

It was part of his training to become a kept man happily married.

I used to be in a band called 'Missing Cat'....










You probably saw our posters.

 
Little Johnny comes down to breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he had done his chores.
 
"Not yet," said Little Johnny.
 
His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his choresWell, he's a little pissed off, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken.
 
He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs and he kicks a pig.
 
He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal.
 
"How come I don't get any eggs and bacon? Why don't I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks.
 
"Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you don't get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for a week either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't getting any milk."
 
Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway across the kitchen.
 
Little Johnny looks up at his mother with a smile, and says: "Are you going to tell him, or should I?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(let me know if you want me to 'splain it to you Ed )
 
 

Melody doesn't look very happy in that photo.  you'd better get her a great makeup birthday gift or she might claw something you think is precious while you sleep!!!*




















*I"m talking about his BECAN!

PET DIARIES


Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:

* 8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
* 9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
* 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
* 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
* 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
* 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
* 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
* 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
* 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
* 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
* 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously reta rded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...