And yet feisty cats, too. My late calico showed everyone that she was the boss.

My late calico, Kirby, was a “one-woman” cat. She didn’t like ANYBODY else in the whole world, and she let them know it! When I had a friend take care of her (at home, in my own house), she would attack Gloria, hiss and bat at her whenever she could. (Kirby didn’t have front claws, so she didn’t do any damage there). Fortunately Kirby didn’t bite, either, so Gloria didn’t mind caring for her. I always wished she was more friendly with other people. Max is so friendly I have to get him off people (especially men), Molly is a little more subdued. I have always had and alway will have a special spot in my heart for calico kitties. Bless you, Sara, you’re beautiful

Bob’s only when he wants to be, and except for his Mams, he seems to prefer men, like Max. I don’t know why, he hasn’t spent much time around guys - maybe that’s why they are more interesting? His favorite guy is still his uncle who disappeared!

Hmmm, that was supposed to say “only friendly..”

Yikes, more coffee needed - STAT! “except for his mama”!!!!

Double shot mocha latte coming right up!

Ahhh, much better - thanks, ppearson!

It’s those ‘finger gremlins” again.

Bad gremlins!

Don’t blame the fingers! It’s the keyboard goblins, I tell you.

I think calicos are more voicey than other cats. Miss Daisy lets me know just about any thing. Particulary when her food dish is getting empty. Calicos are love muffins, too.

I missed you guys too. Seems like forever since I’ve been here. But it’s been a couple of days.

Had to go to the doctor on Friday and learned the PT has messed me up too bad to have my shots. So I get to go 9/6 to get my shots.

So that’s another day off.

I was so mad I started crying (not a big cryer) and the man friend felt so bad for me he was my humble servant all weekend.

Awwww… Sorry Hm…. Big hugs to you sweetie. Bless that Man Friend for taking such care of you!!!
I also missed you!!!

I oughta give him a medal.

I was fuming after we left the doctors and I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine and I’m sure with the words I was using there was a blue cloud over my head, know what I mean?

Some lady overhears me - I promise you guys, I was not swearing that loudly, she was just being nosy - and comes over to me and launches into this huge spiel about me ‘needing to give my life to God’ and ‘if I was a good Christian I wouldn’t use that sort of language.’ It was the LAST STRAW!!

I told her: “Lady, if you don’t stay outta my business and leave me the (expletive) alone, trust me when I tell you you will be going to see God very soon.”

It was none of her business.

I’ve been a little unfluffy every since that happened.

Been there, done that. And being able to tell someone to back off lifted my spirits considerably. Didn’t you feel a little better afterwards?

I really did!!

I SO understand about the crying. I messed up while on vacation and left one pill out of the 20 I take in the morings out of the pill container I packed. (I do the individual daily pill containers for trips.) I had packed an extra day’s worth in case the plane got delayed, etc but missed the one pill which turned out to be a blood pressure pill. I didn’t realize it until Saturday and got so mad at myself I was I was partially crying. The EMTs who took my blood pressure trying to tell me to calm down didn’t help. (They were threatening to send me to the ER).

Good he made you feel better when you got home.

Aaargh! Why is it that the ones who are so fast to scold others about not acting like a good Christian are so rarely examples of patience, compassion, and love? A good person would either mind her own business or say something like, “Something’s really upset you–is there anything that I can do?”

*hugs* to you and *hsssssss* to her.

Ann,
Yes, isn’t that true!

I sorry you had such a hard time HM. I hope things get better soon. You are right Ann. Christians should behave like Chrsitians, walk the walk not just talk the talk. There a saying, somthing like “your behavior is speaking so loud I can’t hear what you are saying”.

Going to church doesn’t make you any more of a christian than standing in a garage makes you a car.

back at ya cuz!! see ya at the next family reonion!! LOL

*Huddy waves a friendly paw and a stumpy tail in Bob’s direction*

Okay, we’ll share!