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February 11, 2009


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Totally laughing out loud at this. And I NEVER do that.

Bob Cleveland

I don't think I want to KNOW what the cat did during or immediately after the nuzzlegoosenose-fondle deal.

Please don't tell us.

Inkydentally, did you ever hear about Randolph the Brown-Nosed Reindeer? He could run as fast as all the others.

He just couldn't stop as fast.

The Mom Bomb

Let's just thank the Sweet Lord all you gave him was an Eskimo kiss.

Campos is purrrrty.


Oh dear. Great title. Not so great image. ;)


As the keeper of many cats, most of them long haired and prone to bed cuddling, I know what you are talking about. And they act as if they don't know what's going on. Somewhere out there, the cats are gathering at a fence and swapping stupid human stories.


Campos is so beautiful. We had a orange long haired tabby just like him, only a girl named Sunny. She died recently at the ripe old age of 16, just missing her 17th birthday. When she was curled in a ball it was hard to tell what was what!

My husband and I have started laughing at bedtime like that many a time!

Great story!!

Rick's Cafe

Sometimes ya just know when it's going to be a good weekend. Starting the butt/fart jokes on a Thursday (instead of saving them for Friday) is a sure sign!



I NEVER did that when I had a Mainecoon...nope...not even once. And if I did...I wouldn't tell...

Shade and Sweetwater,

Chesapeake Bay Woman

Oh, the humanity!

Once at a Thanksgiving dinner, my baby sister reached down to pet the cat who was swirling between her legs while she continued gazing across the table at the person she was conversing with. Yes, she grabbed the butterballs, except they were not on the turkey.

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