Not me, but moving my hubby Tim into my apartment AT LAST. No more paying 2 rents, I get to have my Tim and my cats all the time, it's much happies
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Yeah, she sounded pretty hoarse. She growled a lot too, because in with the fear was a lot of anger at being shoved in a box. Ezzie is an old crotchety matron. She's used to bossing around and getting her way, so despite the fact that she was probably fearing for her life the whole way, she was equally angry at us peons.
Pie, the other, younger cat was just in a panic. When she was let out, she purred and did figure 8's between people's legs. Ezzie sulked in the closet. When we put up the bed, she hid under it. When we tried to get her out, she got mad. But all was forgiven with tuna.
Tuna can forgive almost anything in my cats, but some cats don't like it. Just give the cat it's favorite food that you reserve for special occasions. In fact, after traumatic experiences like vet visits and long trips, it's almost necessary to treat cats extremely well afterwards so they don't remember the experience with venom and resentment. It's not been unknown for a cat to pee in your closet or in your shoes, or poop in your bed, or do other such vindictive things after some sort of unhappy incident. You're almost guaranteed to get some measure of sulking, except in a very good natured cat. And they remember, oh boy do they remember. Ezzie still remembers the phrase "Go bye bye?" and hides under the bed (yes it's her answer to everything) because we were, at one point many many years ago, trying to get her used to cars, and we'd use that phrase before a car ride
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Probably because of my dropping out of society for the most part during and after my last year at OU. I dropped out, because I got sick. It's a kind of Lupus-like thing with the main symptom being wandering arthritis. I was barely physically able to make it to class anymore, so ASK stuff involving making it to the Union every weekend was not even an option. I remember something about a meeting where they had a vote to see if I could remain a member despite my absences, and I think they said I could, but I don't remember really what came of all that. ASK wasn't really on the top of my list at that point. Graduation, and not dying were it, really, and my relationships suffered as a result pretty much across the board, even with Tim (the husband). I don't really at this point even know what I am anymore to ASK. Maybe just in the same lump as anyone else who just dropped off the face of the earth for whatever reason. So yeah, by the time I was getting married, I was no longer in contact with ASK, or anybody from OU for that matter. I'm
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I am so lovving your feline onomatopoeia.
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Yeah, she sounded pretty hoarse. She growled a lot too, because in with the fear was a lot of anger at being shoved in a box. Ezzie is an old crotchety matron. She's used to bossing around and getting her way, so despite the fact that she was probably fearing for her life the whole way, she was equally angry at us peons.
Pie, the other, younger cat was just in a panic. When she was let out, she purred and did figure 8's between people's legs. Ezzie sulked in the closet. When we put up the bed, she hid under it. When we tried to get her out, she got mad. But all was forgiven with tuna.
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Wow...
Your a sister to ASK! And we still want you and are glad you're around. Are you going to swing by Convention?
(Are you in the OKC or Tulsa area?)
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