squillo i couldn't let her crap over there, i couldn't let that happen

sitting in dark corners mastering the finer points of kitten_mayhem

I had pants like those, they got claw-marks in 'em now.

four door brass plated Tonya bringing the simmering_kitty_violence

and me without the mice_pudding
x my experience has been, that it's best to let them have supervised meetings, and to not interfere unless it seems like somekitty is getting seriously hurt. hissing and hostility is to be expected.
diesel and frida don't like each other, but the confrontations have stopped.
birdmad in fact, two words learned from the Spooky addition: "baby gates" 080707
birdmad spooky retreats behind the gate and tonya is less inclined to follow her over, since she is a lazy beast 080707
grendel i_had_a_cat_named_shadow

and it may be a horrible thing for me to sauy, but there are any number of people i would happily throw under a bus if i could have her back, happy and healthy again instead of having to cope with this kitty-shaped void in my heart.

fghio fghio 101116
grendel you know what, fucker, you blather_polluter, you are one of those people i would throw under a bus to have my Shadow back 101117
Craig Dear whoever left me "Shadow",

I work in public accounting and lead a pretty miserable life. We work horrible hours and I have almost no time to do anything else in life. One day (December 1st, 2009) after leaving work at 1am, upon heading to the parking lot, I noticed a box in front of my silver BMW. Scared of what was inside, I imagined it to be either a) a bomb, or b) full of baby kittens. Hesitantly, I gently tapped the box with my foot, nudging it knowing the chance of it being a bomb was pretty low. The box felt light - too light to be a box of kittens. In fact, no one meowed when it shook. So I took an even greater risk and peeked inside. I see a tiny baby kitten sitting inside with an empty water dish, soft pillow and warm blanket. Never having thought I would own a cat, I was about to leave the kitten there for someone else to find. However, it was approximately 35 degrees outside and with no food or water, the kitten would surely struggle through the night. So I placed the large box in my passenger seat and brought the kitten home with me.

The tiniest cat I have ever seen, she has the softest black fur, sweetest face and gentlest personality. On the box, in a child's handwriting an index card was scotch-taped to the side saying "Cat's home" and written on the box was "Shadow". Whatever the circumstances were, since you packed the box with the water dish, pillow and blanket, I can only imagine how much you wanted her to have a good home. This note is a simple thank you, and letting you know she has a wonderful home now and she has brought so much joy into my miserable life. Things are starting to look up, and I will be making life changes soon and hope to find new employment. As far as I know, an angel left Shadow for me that night.
grendel awesome,

my Shadow was already a grown-up kitty when i got her, she may well even have been Tonya's mother or grandmother and i had her for nearly six years meaning she could have been anywhere from 9 to 12 years old when she passed on.

Mine did a pretty great job of making the bad days better too...sometimes when you find the right cat it is hard to know who the lucky one is, them or you
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