tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37258397.post4074914720603512218..comments2024-02-19T07:30:13.465-05:00Comments on Ramblings from the outside of nowhere: RoscadoodleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564763971316563540noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37258397.post-39952180189067890802010-02-16T11:21:22.356-05:002010-02-16T11:21:22.356-05:00You visit me anytime you want to. Your comments a...You visit me anytime you want to. Your comments and spin on life always makes me think and appreciate the world around me just a little bit more. <br /><br />Roscoe did the same thing to me. He had to know what I was doing always. I really miss that little cat.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17564763971316563540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37258397.post-42934932057149106252010-02-16T03:11:14.752-05:002010-02-16T03:11:14.752-05:00I had a dog once, for 16 years. That was the only ...I had a dog once, for 16 years. That was the only pet that was mine. We saved many a cat and dog from the neighboring farmers shotgun, but these were all superficial animals that never really made it into the house as "my pet". My daughter had Jack, a great dog pal that I loved, but Jack stayed around now and again, but he wasn't my dog.<br />Last year, we tried an experiment with Zeke. Zeke was a husky rescue dog and one front leg amputated. He was a pain in the ass, but I love him. But he kept wanting to run and no matter how hard we tried to keep him on a chain,he broke off and cost me 2 tickets at $86.00 a piece. So, I letb him go back to my daughter's farm to live with the other dogs, all huskies, all runners.<br />Then she dropped off this cat. He had no name. People abandoned her at the pet store/hospital where she works, (Pet Smart, Banfield pet care hospital national chain).<br />I named her Mexicat. Spayed and neutered and the front claws taken off. Mexicat and I are friends. She pisses me off as she follows me everywhere and is underfoot. My damn belly is so damn fat that I don't see her and trip all the time. Then I yell because I almost killed the damn thing by stepping on her. She does a lot of things, but only pays attention to me.<br />I'm sorry you lost your cat friend. There is no point to my story except it is about 2 a.m. and I am up after another bad dream and needed someone to talk to. You told me you're my friend, so I came here to visit.<br />Thanks for listening. I pray for peace for our hearts.Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37258397.post-83409875361228608052010-01-20T14:28:54.351-05:002010-01-20T14:28:54.351-05:00Yes, it is. Thanks for stoppng by.Yes, it is. Thanks for stoppng by.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17564763971316563540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37258397.post-69430140603180281092010-01-20T06:15:28.965-05:002010-01-20T06:15:28.965-05:00Awww thats so sad :(Awww thats so sad :(Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17567372758347040220noreply@blogger.com