This is a Russian Blue cross. Ignore the filthy couch, its nothing more than a giant dog bed.

RM, I wouls so curl up with him, any day. he looks so cuddly, and this from a cowboy!!!

That's James, my lovable rowdy boy.

This is my baby girl kitty Lilly




Bad boy Grant (would you buy a used car from this kitty?)



And my sweetheart Jason (JJ).



I was saving these photos for their birthday but its close enough.

RM--Way cool pics!! ok in order, Lilly --I can almost hear her snoring, Grant, has Lala crazy eyes, but I know it's the pic, and finally Jason--- Looks as cool as a cucumber. Big G likes Jason, he reminds her of an old cat she had.

Yeah, I was thinking when I took that picture that Grant looks like he does too much caffeine. He acts like it too. Actually, I would swear that Grant is a reincarnation of my Sebastian. I fully expect him to start taking over in another 6-12 months. He won't have much blocking his way, South is too laid back to care and Sterling is a very frail 17. I had to protect him from Sebastian, Grant might be the same.

RM--Here's a newsflash, our Border Collie RJ, who used to try to eat cats, until I gave her a severe yelling at one day, has fallen in love with Marvin our climbing maniac. Today The Big G let her out thinking the coast was clear, and up pops Marv, well RJ walked by him smelled him and moved on, on her way back in, she actually licked him nicely, NICELY, and came in to the house. We were amazed!!! Yelling does it's thing I guess, because I need unity here with this many animals, I need a Brady Bunch household, period, or I will lose it. So I'm so glad she knows they are not food, nor enemies.

Yes well we'll see. Mine tend to ignore me when I yell, well the cats do, the dog takes it to heart and pouts.

Okay, here is an embarrassing cat story...

I once had a kitty cat name Schweety...she was gray like the above pics, but with a small white patch on her nose.

She got pissed off at me because one day, she decided to invite a "friend" aka Tom, over to the house for tea and cake (I’m assuming). Anywhooo, When I saw Tom in the house I hissed at him and chased him off. Well, this REALLY upset Schweety, because apparently she had told Tom that it would be "cool" with me that he come over and have tea and cakes.

I told her he was a nice guy cat and I didn‘t mind if he visited her, but I didn‘t want him in the house. However, the fact that I ran him out of the house OBVIOUSLY, did not sit well with Schweety.

So the next day, mind you, THE NEXT DAY.... Schweety packs her bags and decides to run away and be with Tom. I really thought Schweety was being too extreme, but she was serious and determined to leave with him. It kinda surprised me because she was "fixed" and I really did NOT understand her attraction for him.

Anywhooooo, again, that was about 7 years ago.

Then one day here recently, I was in my truck and LOW AND BEHOLD, just before I was going to work...there was Schweety kitty!!! I knew it was her because of the soft gray coat and the WHITE patch on her NOSE...NO OTHER CAT would have a white patch like that.

So, I jumped out of my truck and with all the love and forgiveness I could expressed called for her. I was soooo excited to see her, for she had come back home to the ones she loved.

She came to me instantly when I called her name and was so glad to see me...obviously she must have had a terrible experience with Tom, who may have turned into an asshole and started beating her, or left her for another female cat...I don't know, I just know that I had GREAT joy to see Schweety kitty again. Then she turned around. "Whoa" says I. For my little Schweety kitty WAS NOT my little Schweety kitty. Either that or she had gotten a sex change operation. For on the back of her once feminine area. rode a large male sac of STUFF!

I was like “Oh..Schweety, you are not Schweety.“ so I apologized to the look alike Tom, and I ran him off, but without all the hissing, embarrassed at my LITTLE mistake!

THE END

Lila, very funny, my wife and I have a cat that we thought was a girl, turns out no, she's a he. So I relate!!!

Here's my best friend Rufus, he sorta runs the place. At least in his own mind he does.

I can "WISE" in his eyes!

Liblaw--Rufus looks cool!!!

He's my buddy. I've never had a cat like him. He loves to go out but he wants me to go out with him. I believe he thinks he's a dog.
This is one of my favorites of him.

Rufus, have a seat, good cat...

I had one of these once!



Now I'm in the advanced courses.

Did you feed them to your Rott. Oh I'm going to hell for that one, Rufus is looking at me in a funny way now.

If I were you I'd make sure Rufus didn't have access to your shoes for a long while cause he's going to pee in them. All of them, every chance he gets.

I was a cat person before I discovered Rottweilers. Rottweilers really are large cats in drag, which is why I love them so much. So no, I collect cats (but 6 is my limit). I'm working my way into being a krazee kat womin.

LOL that was no cat in drag that tried to take my leg off. Rufus just launched a big hair ball in my direction. I get the hint.

Well I just walked out into the garage, to find a chipmunk, or should I say, parts of one, head and guts, right in front of the door, I almost stepped in it, I said to BOBO, what about the mice? Go get the mice, the chipmunks don't live in the barn, the MICE do!!!!

S/he's just warming up. I'm surprised s/he didn't bring it to you and show you .

here are my girls, Cinder and Maggie
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I knew a guy who had a cat named Rufus. Think his name was Thor and went by many alias's as well like Ziggy, Necromancer, ZigZag, RonM, Ace something.

hmmmmmmm Interesting....

Must be a comon name for a cat.

Some even consider the name Rufus a racial slur.

http://books.google.com/books?id=FSSd71dik...esult#PPA186,M1

Check out page 186

May I ask what color is your cat LibLaw. I know the other Rufus that I mentioned owed by that guy with many alias's was black.
Could of been a harmless coincidence.
Knowing the guy IMHO, I think not though.

Quite a pet lover there Christine.

Such wonderful animules...I'm still not ready for another cat yet, not sure when that'll be, but I'm sure I'll either adopt one or they'll adopt me...

If I had unlimited land, I'd LOVE to get a Komondor:



But that would mean I have to have a groomer on retainer (lordy!)...plus, they're working dogs so I'd need to get a herd of goats or something...then I'd have to hire some strapping lad to ahem, help me with the goats...then I'd have to hire another helping hand with the goats when me and said strapping lad run off together...then I'd- wait, what were we talking about??

xoxox

I'd like one that came with a Pledge dispenser. My floors could use a good dusting and polishing!

Seriously! If you shaved him, he'd disappear!

xoxox

I think if you shave them they're the size of a chihuaha...

My dog Sigmund was a fluffy dog, he looked big until I bathed him, then he looked like a chihuahua with a glandular problem.

Yeah I had an Olde English Sheepdog, when we clipped he was 1/4 the size, it was funny, he didn't know what to do with all that air!!! And I did mean air

This is Rufus and Skeeter..

Shots of Frederic the Furrbawl, a feral foundling abandoned by his mom at 2 1/2 weeks:

Feeding time



Two months or so



And then, he grew.



Terribly sweet, for a maniac.

Wow! they are cute! Imaginary friends?

He's beautiful BD! Of course I have this thing for silver tabbies.

Me, too. His advent was most fortuitous, after his predecessor vanished during a rain storm and left much disconsolation in his wake.

One more shot, just for the heck of it.

Deleted for pictorial inequity.

I need more pictures of the four terrorist kittens and Uncle Bubba and the old fart (Sterling aged 17).

In this picture he reminds me of Grant and Jason with the shape of his face and the white chest and that look in his eyes that calmly says, "I am going to pee on that camera later tonight, after you go to sleep."

Thanks. No they are the truest friends a person can have. At least you know where you stand with them and they don't stab you in the back.

Nah, they just wake you up with a claw to the face at 4:30 in the morning if they're hungry.

Or jump on the back of your chair and claw you in the sides for no particular reason.

LOL now that describes Skeeter but she's the wife's cat. Rufus on the other hand is my buddy. I can be typing away on the key board and next I know there's a fur ball in my face of course if I'm wearing shorts his getting on my lap can be painful.

You forget the dog, the dog and the cat are true friends. If they had opposing thumbs they'd be ruling the earth and we'd be begging for kibble.

Before Rufus there was Wally, my Lhasa. I had the privilege of his friendship for 17 years. The unconditional love of a pet is something we could learn from.

This is my beautiful boxer, Lola. She died a couple of weeks ago, and I'm still utterly devastated.

I'm so sorry to hear that. Boxers seem to have a unigue personality a friend of mine had one and he was such a good individual. he contacted some kind of disease and she had to have him put to sleep. It devastated her.

A very dear friend of mine sent me this a while back. I think this would be a good time to share it.

Ten Commandments for a Responsible Pet Owner as dictated by
the pet.


1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is
likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment.
You have your work, your friends, your entertainments but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words I do understand
your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I have teeth
that could easily crush the bones in your hand and yet I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative ask yourself if
something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food,
I have been in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old.

10. On the difficult journey, on the ultimate difficult journey, go with
me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make
me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there
because I love you so.

Thanks, those are very, very good recommendations. I tried to rescue another boxer, on the advice of a friend. Her name is Abby, and she's deaf, as a lot of white boxers are. She knows some signs and is VERY sweet. But she weighed a good 20 lbs. more than Lola and was really still just a pup at one and a half yrs. old. Much as I adored Abby, she was just too much dog for me, with my 2 cats (one of which is early 15 yrs old), so she's with my boyfriend now, who lost one of his dogs a couple of years ago. Abby was raised with other dogs that she kind of followed around and depended on, not only for company, but to take cues from, and my BF has a 16 yo lab who Abby took to right away. I still get to see her, and she's happier there. So, that has made me realize I'm really not ready for another dog just yet anyway.

I'll never, ever find another like Lola though. She had the sweetest soul ever. I never thought I could love a dog so much, or that one could love me so much. Words just aren't sufficient to describe how much I miss her. We just don't get to keep them with us long enough.

Ohhh nooooo not a simese.... mine attacked people, dogs, anything that moved. I miss him terribly, he was 20 years old when he finally left. He was the last one to go. I wish I could go back to the day he attacked a girlfriend of mine, I never laughed sooo damn hard in my life. I told her, look out for the attack kitty, she laughed, and then screamed running down the street.

I am so sorry Teri. I lost my baby girl Skye this past September and my boy Damien in April. Its been a hard period in the old household. Although I must say, Schatzi has learned to adapt to the life of an only dog quite well. She's rather enjoying all the exclusive attention she gets from mom.

She's going to be so pissed at me when I do finally bring home another canine sibling.

Here's something else my friend sent me.

A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old).

As a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life --like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.

Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.

Be always grateful for each new day.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY !

Thank you. I don't think people always realize what a black hole our pets can leave. Lola greeted me with that wiggle butt, scoobie doo talk every day when I got home and then followed me from room to room like a shadow. That sure leaves a terrible emptiness. I'm sorry for your loss too.

Skye and I would do "growly dog" every night before bed. I'd start petting her and she'd start her fake growl until she sounded like she was going to rip my face off. In between she'd kiss my face whenever she stopped for a breath. She was the sweetest Rottie I've known.

Damien "talked" as well. I swear he said "I love you mom" and it was so easy to get him to howl. I'd start, then he'd join in until eventually Schatzi couldn't stand it and she'd start. Then we'd all "sing" for a while until we were sure we'd entertained the neighbors enough for one evening.

Schatzi "chuffs" when she feels I'm not paying enough attention to her. Its funny because she's taken to laying in the crate now that she has a nice thick bed in there to lay on. I'll be watching TV and hear this little "chuff" coming from the other side of the room. Eventually it gets louder until she gets disgusted with me and just joins me on the couch. I think she wants me to crawl into the crate with her. She settles for going to bed with me.

It does leave a really large hole in your life when they are gone and no, you'll never find another Lola because Lola was an original. However, eventually you'll be ready to find another original who will give you new stories to tell and new things to laugh about. And best of all, you'll appreciate them even more for having had Lola in your life to show you how important these little things really are.