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Yay, my honey's insurance will add me on his policy

Good news on the insurance!  Glad you're seeing the doc and taking care of yourself (yeah, it's no fun, but we have to do it.)

I'm having fun with an allergy flare-up.  Itchy/sore, red, swollen eyes. Maybe all the ash in the air from the Santa Barbara fire. 

Ouch, I hate sneezy stuffy nose flareups. I hope it blows over quickly!

Very good news on the insurance Connie, you have a very special honey there!

I went to the doc!  Now waiting for the results... .
I always assume the worst.

Good for you for keeping the appointment, Connie.  :o)  I'm hopin' for the best possible outcome. 

Oh, I'm glad you kept your appointment!!

Good thoughts for the results, good thoughts for the results... :mellow:

Oh, and major purrs for the fur babies

Thanks guys :)

I have to share this with you!
I heard from the lady where I adopted BriBri, and BriBri's sister/littermate is available for adoption. Well sort of, she needs a foster home for a while, to make her more adoptable. She is a bit skittish, perhaps the way BriBri was.
They love how BriBri is doing wioth mer and asked me if I'd be interested in fosterin her sister (I'd love to... probably not just forster her, but keep her), but honey is saying no, that it would be too much! 
Hrrrrm!

Of course, right now he's stressed and tired, it's been a rough week or so for him. I think if I brought home a Pet Rock, he'd say it's too much.

We'll see. It breaks my heart to think of BriBri's little sister not having a home, while Bri is basking around here  :crying:

She's black, like Bri, just a little bit smaller build.
I mean, three kitties is not that much more then two! I need to figure out a way to pull this off. It's not just any kitty, it's Bri's littermate. She too just had kittens, and people took kittens, and she is left behind, noone wanted her, because she is whopping ONE year old. Grrrr!

This is her: http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13412226
They need a better pic of her!

Sneak her in, but don't let them both be in the same room at the same time and pretend they're both Bribri.  :biggrin:  Seriously, I hope you are able to at least foster her.  :sad:  Good luck! 

I think I can 'erode' my honey into saying yes over next few weeks. The rescue place doesn't think she'll be adopted out any time soon.

I was telling my honey about her kittens, and how noone wanted her, and how she has to go back to the resue place to live in a two foot by three foot cell like the ones he sees at a pet store... for months and months, till someone takes her, or till they put her down. (I don't think they will, but I didn't tell him that)  ... all that as we were frolicking on the bed, playing with Bri, and her going all nutty over her toys and winking at him.

That got him to make a long face!

Keep workin' the honey.
I'm currently trying to 'erode' (Great word) the resistance here to get a fourth fur baby.

Her name's Kia, and she's 8 years old...a little black and white darlin'
Almost had a breakthrough last weekend...

'Foster' her?  I've heard that one before from Mrs. B, that's why we have four or five cats at any one time lol.

At least in the UK we don't have to worry about health insurance, we can go to hospital and get given MRSA for free!

Our first kitty, when I was about 10 years old, I brought a 10 week old kitten home... "Mom, can we keep her JUST OVER NIGHT"   6 years later, we had her and her daughter, and her son, and couple grandkids, and once three females had kittens at the same time... Famous last words. Especially after my mom and dad turned into major cat lovers.

Back home when I was growing up, you couldn't get them spayed and neutered hardly at all.

And, OMG... like I haven't had enough to deal with, this morning we discovered a leak in our garage, wioth a big long crack in the floot, and hot water seeping out of it... and Kitchen floor on the other side of the wall is all warm. Looks like we have a hot water pipe break in the building slab. Waiting for insurance adjustor and plumber to call and get here. I think we're going to have half the house dug up pretty soon.  sigh 

We has a sewer line break and back up last March, and had half the house dug up good part of last year. Here we go again... woopieee!  -not!

I still want that Kitty! BriBri needs a playmate, she's very sociable, and doesn't like to be left alone... she meows, very loudly if  I close a door and walk in the other room without her. She's gotten rather attached very quicly (I love it!)

oookay! There's your opportunity: chaos of broken pipes, weeping girlfriend, accidentally-brought-home-kitty .... no man on earth would DARE say a word in protest. (Can you tell I grew up on the Lucy & Desi method of marriage?)

 

Or I wait till he goes on his next 5-day trip coaching the swim team, and I go, sniffle I was so lonely missing yoooouuuu honey!

Then point out that when he got the dog, just before I moved in with him, because he needed a little puppy to snuggle and raise, even though I said No!   :lol:

Another good plan, Connie! Besides, it takes more than 2 cats to offset a dog any day. ;)  

Keep working at it Connie!  I predict you'll have BriBri's and her sister reunited by Memorial Day ;-)

What's one more kitty?  It's not like the kitties are going to fight over who gets to drive the car or blame each other for leaving the refrigerator door open. You'll wear him down; from what you've said he couldn't stand letting a kitty suffer or be put down anymore than you could.  And he does kind of owe you since you said 'no' to the dog and he got one anyway...

Yea, slowly he's getting worn... I keep talking about how BriBri needs her sister! Especially when he sees her get all upset and meowling when I leave a room without her. Bri Bri hates it if I leave a room and close the door behind me, she howls.
Whenever I get up and walk around the house, she's right there. Still doesn't let me walk up to her pick her up off the ground, but she lets me pick her up when she's somewhere higher, or if I sit on the ground and wait for her to come to me.

When I'm just standing, she'll come and rub up against my feet, but if I bend over to pick her up, she gets spooked.

Yuck, my test results didn't come out very good.
Few more days before I know if it's cancerous or not, or what.

Oh Connie...there just aren't words so {{{HUGS}}} and we'll all keep hoping for the best and sending positive thoughts your way. 

I'm really sorry to hear that, Connie.  :sad:  I'm praying there's no cancer.  It sucks that you have to wait days to hear such important news.

Thanks!
I've been having a lot of aches and pains in last couple of years, there's a constant ache in my right hip and sometimes in my lower bacck that we thought is maybe arthritis. Now I'm thinking it's cervical cancer that has spread.

I will have insurance come June 1st, but it's costing us $500 a month, so I don't know how long we'll be able to keep it. I can't find any work right now that has health insurance, or that pays enough to keep up (like my engineering job used to).
We're quickly eating up any reserves we had from my honey's inheritance. It may be all gone before the end of the year. His paycheck doesn't cover but maybe 1/2 of the bills, even before the insurance hit.

People that I did major work for in february/March, that owe me around 15K haven't paid me yet. The funds are coming from government (County and Caltrans) work, and that can take months and months. Unlike the bank, I have no power to try and collect it in some way.

We're kind of getting screwed left and right. Maybe it would be better if I was dead anyway. Then I could be with my little Tiggers again.

Don't say that Connie!
Bri Bri needs you, and so do your honey and all of us.

HUGS

Hang in there

Thanks... Sorry I'm rambling about all this... It's all way too much to deal with.

I've never been the type to 'wait for the other shoe to drop'.
It's like the other shoe has dropped, then again, and again, and again, from all sides. I never had that many things fall apart at the same time. At least my honey is stil around.

Between my kitties and my health and work and a 'significant other', (Not much in a way of other family), I never had all but one thing go wrong that close together. In the last year, everything but one went up-side down.

I've always been so self-reliant... this is horrible.

Oh please don't say that!  Maybe it's not what you fear.  Perhaps you have polyps or cysts in the ovary on that side.  I know that can cause pain.

You really have had it rough lately, haven't you?  :sad:  You know that we are all pulling for you here.  {{BIG HUG}}

Quote - Oh please don't say that!  Maybe it's not what you fear.  Perhaps you have polyps or cysts in the ovary on that side.  I know that can cause pain.

You really have had it rough lately, haven't you?  :sad:  You know that we are all pulling for you here.  {{BIG HUG}}

Yea, I have a tendency for cysts, that's how I ended up with an etopic pregnancy 4 years ago.... after a lifetime of doctors telling me I can't have kids (without major stuff done) because of ovarian cysts. Something like that.

Things have been seriously going downhill after that.
First a bout of depression after the etopic pregnancy.... it was horrible, your whole life, you're told you can't have kids, then you're suddenly pregnant, and can't figure out what to do, then you're in the emergency room with pain, then you find out it's not viable and could kill you, and have to have it taken out. (I was living alone when it all happened)

I was still trying to mantain my business at that time, but that, and a breakup of a 10 year relationshiop before that took a LOT out of me. A company approached me with an opportuynity to expand my business within their company, and thinking some structure would help me stay stable, I went for it.

A year into that Shortly after I moved in, we discovered his son is very ill with Chron's disease (an autoimmune thing) abd that I have scleroderma (an autoimune thing too, similar to lupus)

Two years into that (a year and a half ago) we had to close that down and I was laid off, because there was no work due to the economy. I knew it was coming, so in order to not end up on the street, my honey and I decided to move in together, even though it was a bit too soon (with his kids not being out of the house yet, and his divorce wasn't really final yet). Unfortunately, I still had that high balance business creditcard I was responsible for paying.

Shortly after I moved in, we discovered his son is very ill with Chron's disease (an autoimmune thing) abd that I have scleroderma (an autoimune thing too, similar to lupus), and My ex, whom is also a dear friend was diagnosed with bladder cancer.

Then two months after the layoff, we had a sewage backup in our house from the street sewer malfunction, half the house was torn up.

Few months after that, my honey's grandma passed away.

Two months later, I broke my foot. A month latter Bubba was sick wioth a BIG abscess that I thought was a tumor.

When that and my foot healed, Tiggers got sick.

And now this, and the bank thing, and people not paying me, and the bank being after me (and the IRS too because of some business stuff)

My physical, mental and financial resourses are ALL exhausted. If my honey's grandma didn't die and left him a bit of money, we'd be out on the street by now. I feel like such a failure for that :(  We also have up to the hilt mortgage, because we had to buy his ex out of the house when the prices were still very high, and we can't refinance and don't qualify for any bailout stuff, because we're past being in a "little trouble". Most of those things are for people whom aren't really in trouble anyway.

Oh, and we had a building slab leak in the house this week, so the plumbers are tearing up the house again to fix that, and the homeowners insurance says they don't cover it. It's a 3K repair.

I swear, when does it ever stop??? I need a break and some good luck for a change.
I dunno, why I'm mentioning all this, not to whine, perhaps I'm trying to convince myself that I don't break down that easily, but too much is just too much.

Sorry for the long one, I just had to het that off my chest... Thanks for listening.
It has to get better! Just has to. 
Usually I can make it happen, except for last 4 years....

Wow.  :blink:  You must be made of tough stuff, Connie.  My life has moved along in a similar way, but to have so many huge negatives/losses crammed into such a short period of time is hard to imagine.

"It has to get better! Just has to".  Hang on to this.  Life seems to cycle through the good and the bad.  I'm bipolar (type 2) and my depression is unrelenting even on medication so I have to be told this often.  I just wish I had some practical help to offer to you.  :sad:

Edit:  Oh, and you don't have to apologize for any of your posts.  I'm glad to "listen" if it helps. 

Thanks emay, listening helps tremendously. Just letting me type it all out makes me feel a bit better, sort of heard of, even if there's no practical difference. I hope I'm not burdening you with stuff, and you can let it in one ear and out the other. I can be my worst enemy beating myself up for not being stronger. It's nice to hear from the outside that I do have a bit of a reason to feel the way I feel.

I'll get through it. I always somehow land on my feet with a lemonade glass in my hand. But, while I'm flying through the air tumbling and spinning around and screaming, sometimes it's hard to see which way is up. Like I said, somehow I always managed to land on my feet and lick off the scratches, or so I keep telling myself. I guess it's a cat thing, smack into the wall head first, and then act like... um, I meant to do this, and, uh, [whisker twitch] I'm fine [whisker twitch]!

Luckily I have a few xanax left from couple of months ago, that's keeping the worst under control. I also learned that crying it out always helps for a while. It's embarrasing to have to cry, but afterwards... it's like taking a good crapper, you feel relieved.  My anxieties can be bad, but luckily my depression is not so bad.. or I've developed a sort of a duality. Feelings are on one side of the room, pouting and waiting for a hug, and the logical side is trying to figure out what to do to improve things... and sometimes the two fight for attention.  ....  So it goes.

LOL, I IM-ed a little bit with my mom today to bring her up to speed (whom is still over in Croatia), and the conversation boiled down to, well, I hope you figure it all out, and eat more brocolli, it has anti-oxidants in it. She's about as useless as she's ever been. No wonder it took me till after I moved away from home to develop more emotionally. I get more sympathy and emphaty from you guys here then from her.... But, she has her problems too...

On a good side, Bri Bri is being wonderful. She knew something was up with me today, and made a super affectionate showing. She's such a good little baby, and a little smarty pants. Loves to play with the little mice (the fake mice you get at the pet store). Grabs it by the tail and carries it around to play. Then when she's done playing, she brings it back. Not exactly where she got it from, but somewhat close.

Eh, I'm rambling again. Thanks a bunch for listening hugz

Connie - you ARE strong - amazingly so.
We're always here to listen.

Thank you guys for such wonderful support! I'm feeling better today. I hadn't been able to take a shower yet (it's 3PM) the plumbers have been here all day rerouting the water pipes in the house to fix the leak...  I'm about to crawl out of my skin... I hate going without a shower.
But, my mood is much improved today.
Maybe a mild euphoria will kick in for a chage, I get a lot of stuff done when that happens (then after it's done, I spend couple of days feeling totally exhauseted LOL)

Quote - I'll get through it. I always somehow land on my feet with a lemonade glass in my hand. But, while I'm flying through the air tumbling and spinning around and screaming, sometimes it's hard to see which way is up. Like I said, somehow I always managed to land on my feet and lick off the scratches, or so I keep telling myself. I guess it's a cat thing, smack into the wall head first, and then act like... um, I meant to do this, and, uh, [whisker twitch] I'm fine [whisker twitch]!

 

Okay, this is all very serious, but that paragraph made me laugh as I tried picturing it all in my head.    And just from what I've learned about you in this thread and in some of your other postings I firmly believe you'll get through it, too.

Quote - It's embarrasing to have to cry, but afterwards... it's like taking a good crapper, you feel relieved.

 

:laugh:  Definitely cathartic.    Also, you don't have to feel embarrassed about crying.  You're a human being and it's natural and serves a purpose.  I know it's basically about what kinds of reactions you've received in the past when you've cried, but, hey, you have the right to do it. 

I'm sorry about your mom.  My grandma is like that.  When I was going through the worst hell of my life due  to the bipolar disorder she told me to just "smile more."  :rolleyes:  She just doesn't understand, but she does love me. 

I'm so glad BriBri is blending in so well.  She knows she's found her family and her home and she's obviously good for you, too.  I'm also very happy to hear that you are feeling better today.  Sometimes just sleeping and waking up to a new day can help a person feel better.  Just keep taking care of yourself. 

Thanks Emay, I'm glad it made you chuckle!

That's a good point about reactions you used to get when you cry... I was watching my moms reactions on the IM, and even my dads (he popped on for a little bit).  It was all, shhh! chin up, don't go crazy and all upset etc etc etc.  I've noticed some of that in the past.
No wonder I always felt embarrased to cry, their reaction wasn't, well, cry it out first... It was all, shush it up. My mon more then my dad, he's the more emotional of the two.

I think they just don't know any better. I haven't really seen much to make me thing that they do know better, but are uncomfortable with expressing it. Especially my mom, she still seems to think crying is a bad thing (in herself too).  You know how it goes, they love you the way they can, which is not necessarily the way you need or the way is healthy.   They're not all perfect (like me!)  ;)  LOLOL

... well, here I go overanalyzing again... It's entertaining, well, to me. I'm sure to others it's like watching someone else's vacation pictures, blah blah blah blah

I need to charge my camera and take some new BriBri pics!

My mother always got upset when I would cry; I think the phrase I heard most often growing up was "what are you going to do, cry about it?"  Then I read that crying serves a physical purpose -- in a study they found that emotional tears contain a high level of cortisol - the chemical that the brain releases in response to stress.  Now when I need a good cry I just tell people I'm "detoxifying".

So the next time you want to have a good cry Connie, just tell yourself that it's ok to cry because you're detoxifying your body!  There's an article about it here - http://ezinearticles.com/?Healing-Tears---A-Good-Cry-Can-Be-a-Good-Detox&id=1495368

And yes, things do have to get better, you've been through more than I think anyone should have to go through and you've shown how strong you are.  I would have thrown in the towel or run for the hills screaming.

Nice article magicmoondesigns!  I actually developed a form of Cushing's Syndrome, called Pseudo Cushing's, when I went through the period that I mentioned above to Connie.  It's caused by too much cortisol in the body.  It can do nasty things to body, mind, and spirit.

When I was little and cried I was often told, "Stop crying or I'll really give you something to cry about."  That always meant a spanking.  Of course it made me really scared to cry.  I wish I could cry more now.  I really need to, but I guess, even though I'm depressed, my meds prevent me from crying.  So, Connie, if you need to cry you just let it rip! 

My parents emotional states sound like yours, Connie.  What helps me is to remember that they are the products of their own upbringing.  Take a look at what their parents were like if you can and it can really help with understanding.  I always feel really compassionate towards my parents when I do that.  And I do it for my grandparents, too.

I don't know if you are "overanalyzing" really.  I think it helps us grow when we are able to see things about ourselves and our loved ones more in depth.  Awareness is a very good thing.  Don't be like me, though, and do it constantly.  It'll drive you nuts.  :eyeroll:

I agree with magicmoondesigns, I don't think I would have been as strong as you under similar conditions.  I think I would have been spending time with the folks in the long white coats.  :ohmy:

Good article, thanks for sharing that!!!   Yea, in recent years I just let myself cry when I need to cry, it helps a lot. Makes you stronger afterwards. It sort of lets all the upset and bad feelings out, instead of piling up.

I would have run for the hills screaming too, but, there's nowhere to go, LOL, I'm kind of stuck to deal with it whether I want to or not.

I think being on anti-anxiety medication help, it's a low dose of Effexor, but it takes a bit of an edge off of things.  I did have one incident where I had a panic attack driving to work, and pulled over and called my doc, whom in turn called 911 and an ambulance came to pick me up.  They just gave me something for the day and sent me home... this was I think around two years ago... I forget exactly. It was amid a battle with IRS for some errors they made on my business taxes after closing down my business....
I didn't want to go through that ambulance thing again. It was kind of embarrasing, I wasn't that bad, I think.

I think I'm super lucky with my honey, he is very compassionate, and very gentle and helpful when he sees I need to cry it out.  (Well, he better be, he has a degree in psych)  Wonderful guy!

My ex was one of those whom thought crying was bad... which is a big reason he's my ex. Used to make me so mad when, if I got sad, he'd call me weak... which would get me really crying... but as an expression of anger. Couple times he was pestering me about why I cry, and not get angry at him when we fight. I told him I do get angry, and I either hae to cry through it, or I have to punch you out to release it. Take your pick!   :crying: :cursing:  LOL, he never expected that answer - the look on his face was priceless!

Overanalyzing... I need to check myself into OA - Overanalyzers Anonimous!

Hi Connie,

Just checking in to see how you're doing. 

Your honey sounds terrific.  It's wonderful that you have someone like that in your life. 

Connie-

I know you don't know me - I've been around practically since the place came into existence, but I mostly lurk. I was following Tigger's story for awhile, then got too busy to go anywhere but where I needed to, and have just come back. I am so, so sorry for your loss, and at the same time happy for you that you have a new four-footed soul in your life!

I adopted my two guys from the local animal shelter. They are littermates, nine years old. First I adopted one - actually he adopted ME. I sat in the cat room and waited to see who would come along. One chubby brown male tabby lay across my feet and begged for a tummy rub, and then another and another. Finally he sat under my chair with a "see who I adopted" expression on his face, and I agreed. His brother, another brown tabby with white feet, chin and tummy, was hiding and purported to be "very shy." At the time I felt all I could handle was one, so I took the first one, now named "House" (yes, after that House) home with me.

He was happy to be here, rolled all over me that first night (I didn't get a lick of sleep!) and was friendly to all visitors. However, he refused to eat. He cried like he was hungry but simply wouldn't eat. I had to rush him to the ER to get him re-hydrated, then a second time back to the shelter for more IV's. I knew, somehow, he was pining after his brother, so I asked the vet about him. Apparently "Socks" (as they called him) was in isolation due to an upper respiratory infection, but was coming along well. He was still extremely shy and supposedly unfriendly. I told her I didn't care, and that when he was well to call me.

After ten days total of not eating and barely drinking, House finally began nibbling at a little food, just before the vet called to tell me Socks was ready to come home. As I told her when I went to get him, with his being so shy and a senior citizen, he would never have gotten adopted and would have spent the rest of his life in the shelter. She agreed completely and was happy that I adopted him. I brought him home, named him "Wilson" (yes, after that Wilson) and let him hide. My son (the one in the picture with the graduation stuff on him) crawled under the recliner to pet Wilson, and told me that "he's very friendly and purring like crazy."

After less than twenty-four hours he came out and has never looked back. He is my over-sized lap cat, insisting on crawling onto the lap I don't have while I'm on the computer. He is even more affectionate than his brother. He likes to sit on my lap, reach up, and pat my cheek with his paw, or rub against my neck, or lick my fingers. (pauses to let Wilson climb on board) (Okay, he's gone now). He's extremely friendly and a real lover.

He also wags his tail. Seriously - when he's relaxed, happy and purring. It's like having a Labrador Retriever in your lap. One time both were sitting on the back of the sofa, with House behind Wilson. I looked over to see that House had a paw resting firmly on Wilson's tail. I think he'd had enough of getting thunked in the face. I tell Wilson that he is only half-mad.

::waits for it::

(Cheshire Cat - remember?)

With both of my sons grown and gone, one married, the other in college, these little guys have filled a hole I thought never could be filled. :wub:

House

Wilson

I am sorry to ramble on so much about my two little boys, but reading your stories and those of others here just made me feel you would understand.

Blessings and Hugs to you!

Oh, brynna, that is a beautiful story!  I'm so glad you stopped by and shared it :)
The little critters are just so wonderful!  I love the names you gave them :)

I'm still working on my honey to let me take BriBri's sister. I mention it a few times a day, she needs her sister. he hasn't said yes yet, but he sort of stopped saying no.

Just tell your honey (or better yet, have him read) what my little guy did when he missed his brother. I thought he was going to starve himself to death - and he's plump little thing!

The reason my boys were at the shelter is that their elderly owner had to give them up - her grandson was allergic to cats. They had lived with her all of those years. I could only imagine what they were going through. :sad:

I've had people ask me why I adopted two senior citizen felines. I've told everyone the same thing. I wasn't looking for anything age-specific. I was looking for companionship, and wanted a cat that would fit into my life. I love kittens but I'm the only adult here and employed full time. Kittens are like babies, and need that kind of attention, and I knew I didn't have the time. I've also said that my guys may live another decade for all I know, and if not, I've given both a good home to live out their days in. They're worth it.

I hope you get your honey convinced. It may take a bit longer, but don't be surprised when it comes very suddenly. :m_wink:

Y'know, I've heard that shelter animals know when they've been rescued, and that they're grateful. I can honestly say that's true. Like I said, that first night with House I barely got any sleep. It was "roll, purr, rub, roll, purr, meow, rub, rub, roll, purr..." all. Night. Long. LOL

Bless you, hon. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for you!

> Quote - ROFL... she trully is a super pooper... poo hoo for her! > This thread is turning into a Tigger Poop watch. > > Actually, I have to tell you guys how my kitties got their names... it seems relevant at this point. > Just before I went to pick them up from a shelter, my best friend whom was going with me told me this corny little joke about the standard "Tigger and Pooh" > > She says, > -what is Tigger doing looking in the toilet? > -Looking for Poo! > > So, I wasn't sure what to name the kitties at first, I decided to give them time to settle in and se what fits their personality.  About an hour after I brought them home, and they m,ade their way around the bedroom, it all of a sudden got very quiet.... so, I snooped around to see where they went.... > I find them in the bathroom, the boy, a gray tabby is in the farthest corner of the bathroom, hiding behind the toilet, in a little nook between the toilet and the shower. The black female kitty is standing on top of the toilet's water tank, staring down at him, as if saying, what the heck are YOU doing goofball???? > > So, that's how she became Tigger, and he became Poo (which turned into Bubba when he got big and chubby).

I have a white and brown cat with blue eyes named Tinks (she looks a lot like a Siamese, but she's just an alley cat). Anyway, when she was just a little kitten, she would lay on top of my eldest son while he reclined on the couch. She's what's called a "wool sucker" and her thing was to find your earlobes and lick the darn things till they were raw!! Well, my son Tony started to call her "Little Titties" because of this fascination with sucking on people's earlobes and the name stuck.

Now, "Little Titties" had a tendency to sneak out the door if you weren't looking. She's an indoor cat, so we didn't want that happening. In the end, we changed the name from "Titties" to "Tinkies" because it sounded similar. I couldn't bear to run around the neighborhood yelling "LITTLE TITTIES!!" looking for my cat....

Laurie

Here's my other baby...Stinky ;o). Her eyes match her fur.

She's my personal favorite (although I love them both so much). She's on my lap evey time I'm sitting down - that's when she's NOT in the closet laying on my clothes...LOL.

Laurie

LOL, Little tittles, that's so FUN... I'm giggling here like crazy!

Stinky is so beautiful with his eyes matching his fur. Extraordinarily beautiful!

Oh, I made a little fleece blanket for BriBri, and she slept under it last night! Adorable!  'm a bit nervous, I found couple little bumps on the back of her rear leg. She doesn't mind me touching and messing with them. Maybe they're some sort of old scars or something... Her fur is so nioce and thick, I couldn't see skin in that area.  I'm paranoid about stuff by now, I'm wanting every bump and nook and cranny checked and re-checked.

I love watching BriBri run around playing, she's still very kitten like. Storms around the house playing and chasing things, like a little pistol.  I lobe the side-stepping poofy tail trot she does as she is advancing on her toy-mice. Not real mice, but little leathery furry balls with a tail I found at the pet store. She LOVES them. When she's done playing, she grabs it by the tail, and brings it here.

I think as soon as we see some routine with the teenagers being home for the summer, I'll be able to figure out when I can get BriBri's sister.

You sound a lot like me with your huge soft spot for cats ;o).

If my husband let me have my way, the house would be overrun with them and I'd become the crazy cat lady in the neighborhood....LOL.

At one time I had 6, but the older ones became old and passed away, Simba and Fluffy just the year before last. Simba died of cancer in his mouth and now I check Tinks and Stinky constantly making sure I don't see any evidence of any. I'm paranoid about their health too...;o). I guess it comes with the territory - when my boys were little it was the same with them. I just replaced one child for another ;o).

Hope your babies all stay in good heath.

Laurie

I absolutely adore cats!  They're better then TV, sometimes I can just sit and watch what they're doing for an hour... or play with them. Study their little personalities.

The main thing that kept me from getting other kitties was that Tiggers was such a baby, she didn't take well to new kitties, she'd feel displaced, so any new strays that adopted me, I'd clean them up, and get them adoptable, and would find them a new home.

Bri Bri and Bubba both seem to love other kitties. BriBri actually hates to be left alone, so having her sister around would be great. I think BriBri was the ring leader, and her sister was the follower. At least that's what I gather from the ladies that rescued them.

I love to watch cats (when they're moving, lol), and they each have their personalities.  I also like to watch birds, so we have a common interest. I can play the Winged Migration DVD and keep the kitties entranced for an hour at least... 

Oh, I never tried that, play a bird video for the kitties.

Luckily there are few trees and birdies just ouside the windows here, so they get to watch. Especially the hummingbirds.  Just about every window in the house here has a kitty seat or two in it.

Every evening we get a few crows wandering around across the street, Bubba gets all excited when he sees them. He's one big kitty, and I think the crows are even bigger then him LOL!

Quote - Every evening we get a few crows wandering around across the street, Bubba gets all excited when he sees them. He's one big kitty, and I think the crows are even bigger then him LOL!

Yeah, those crows can be scary...they could give a kitty a beating... Have to keep them safe...

All it takes to entertain mine is a laser pointer...hehehe. Well, the orange one anyway. The blue-eyed one just likes to watch the other one run after it, maybe give a small supportive yawn now and then ;o).

Having said that, I used to live in a place a few years back and apparently there was a mouse hole behind the range where I couldn't see it. The cats however, knew ALL about it. They'd both sit on the counter, one on each side of the range, watching - just like a pair of statues...hehehe. Some mornings I was graced with a small gift of squishy fur under my foot (ugh!). I've even seen them in action....the orange one the faster and catch it, but letting it go so the other could deal the final blow...LOL. Good thing they were there. All I could do was jump on top of something and squeal ;o).

Laurie

They're such great little critters, aren't they!

My little BriBri aka CheeCheeMee has gotten super attached since I got her little over a month ago. As soon as I leave the office room, she follows me, within seconds. Even is I think she's solid asleep, I sneak out to get a glass of water, and she's right behind me. 

Tigger was that attached, well, almost, or in a different way. Tigger would let me pick her up whenever, but if she was asleep, or comfortable, she didn't always get up to follow me.

You even give yours odd little names too!...I thought I was the only one. What would the neighbors think if they saw me when I was talking to my cats? I think I'd be in a padded room...hehehe. And gladly ;o).

I've had cats with names and various nicknames like, Fleas and/or Puss o' Fleas; Tweaky (remember the Buck Rogers TV show? I've dated myself...hehe); Stinklet, Woobie, Shittyshins (sorry ;oP), the infamous Little Titties, FuzzBottoms (my Himalayan), Miss Fuzz, Fishbreath...and the list (unfortunately) goes on and on...LOL. You haven't lived until you've made a complete fool of yourself while talking to your kitties ;o). But I must speak cat at least have way decently because they seem to get it. They answer me back sometimes, although whether it's in agreement or to tell me to shut my pie hole is what I haven't figured out yet ;o).

Laurie

:blink:  You mean, not everyone talks to their kitties???  :blink:

They must be nuts!