This is Macy, our 5-week-old kitten. She was rescued when her previous owners abandoned her litter and her mama cat on a farm. When we got her, she weighed only 13 ounces, but she’s eating well and growing into a strong, healthy cat!
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Oh, what a cute little kitty! And that look on her face, its just adorable. She looks like such a sweet thing! So glad you rescued her, she seems to be so content!
My friend sent this to me and I thought I would share:
HOW MANY DOGS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB?
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can’t reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I’ll change it as soon as I’ve led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven’t missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I’m sorry, but I don’t see a light bulb!
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua : Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or “We don’t need no stinking light bulb.”
Greyhound: It isn’t moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I’ll put all the light bulbs in a little circle…
Poodle: I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
HOW MANY CATS DOES IT TAKE?
Cat’s don’t change light bulbs, people do. Which proves dogs have masters and cats have STAFF
That is hilarious! I am going to send that to some family and friends who are cat lovers and some who dog lovers. Thank you for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving.
Yes, cats do have staff, and I am it! I luv it!!!!
I always thought I wanted staff until I became ’staff’. LOL..
This little charmer is sooooo cute. I love her makeup eyes too.
Thank god you rescued her. Calico’s are such sweet kitties. My aunt had one that was so loving inspite of the fact that she mostly lived outside. Now of course if she had been my cat, she would be an indoor kitty. My cat Sylvester is an indoor cat. I think he would like it though if I would move to a place that has a balcony. I find him sitting in the window when the window is open (with a screen in place of course). He will sit and watch all that is going by the apartment. He has escaped out the door several times now but thank God he never goes beyond the top of the staircase (my place is on the second floor of a two story builiding). I took him down to the first floor to visit the mail boxes and he didn’t like it one bit. Couldn’t wait to get back inside.
When Domino was a kitten I thought I would leash train him. He definetly had other ideas about that. He sat down on the sidewalk and I kept walking I tugged on the leash no response. All I did was drag his little tushie a couple of feet. I tried a harness and a leash he got out of the harness by the time I opened the door. Needless to say he was an indoor cat. He loved to lie in the window but the great outdoors held no appeal for him.
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If I Were Lucky
By Avis Drucker
If I were lucky in this lifetime, I would learn the art of letting go.
I would start with the bathroom scale, that little square joy buster. Gone!
Next would be my watch, keeper of rigid rituals and joyless appointments. Gone!
Perfection, next big hit. Let the housework pile up and invite lots of friends over. Just put the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the living room and leave it there for six months.
Next, get rid of that worry dance I do. The health of my husband, the safety of my children, not enough money, what people think, being alone, not being alone, terrorists, tax collectors, termites . . . get a grip! Let it go.
I would travel the world and take lots of black and white photos of all the wonderful faces.
I would sit on the beach with my friends and eat junky hot dogs.
I would take long walks with my husband through the village to the lighthouse.
Sometimes I would sit quietly on my porch and listen to the birds for hours. Sometimes I would put on jazz or opera and turn it up really loud.
I would surround myself with people who love nature, laughter and dessert.
I would spend my time living large and doing nothing.
I would sit back and enjoy the journey.
This serves as a VERY helpful reminder to me to let go and let God, especially at this time of year. We get caught up in the details and forget to just ENJOY the scenery! Thank you, Dee!
I like that…channellng Marthy….. Hehehehe..
I am cooking also… made pies last night… but this is collabrative…the ol’man does his share and the guests are bringing the side dishes… I am only responsible for the turkey, dressing and gravy.,..
And Miss Macy looks like a toy… again.. just darling!
A friend (?) said I was trying to be a Martha wannabe. I told her no she’s trying to be a Susan wannabe! I’m going to Petey’s “parents” house for dinner. I am taking the sage dressing and the drunken cranberry jello mold enough of that and who cares about lumpy gravy! I’m making the mashed potatoes when I get there.
I hope you all have a fun and safe holiday.
The girls & I have pie duty. They made 8 yesterday and I’ll help with the other 8 when I get home from work today. The one neice has Martha beat! I have filling duty. They’ve told me to stay away from the pie crust!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I have nothing to cook. We’re going to dinner with relatives, and my mom co-opted the dessert–my specialty! (But at least I know what’s for dessert…yummmmmmmy New York cheesecake!!!)
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and your fuzzles too….
I was up until midnight last night, making two double batches of corn pudding and peeling and mashing 5 pounds of potatoes. All this while doing laundry, packing and cleaning the kitchen. I am pooped! It will be worthwhile when I am with my family and getting to eat all the wonderful things we all fixed!
I bet she has the most darling purr and meow to match that sweet, loving face. Her make up looks like she put in on herself! TONS of love and Kisses to Macy.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL TDKers and their family and friends. I am fortunate enough to be going to my daughter’s house for Turkey Day. She loves to cook and that works out well, cuz the rest of use love to eat!
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NEW JERSEY RESIDENTS: THANK YOUR GOVERNOR!!
The Humane Society of the United States Praises Governor Corzine and DEP Commissioner Jackson for Decision to End State Black Bear Hunt
November 16, 2006
WASHINGTON – The Humane Society of the United States today commended the decision by New Jersey Governor Jon Corzine and Department of Environmental Protection Commissioner Lisa Jackson to prevent the trophy hunting of black bears in New Jersey. The state’s bear hunt has been fraught with controversy since its reintroduction in 2003, after more than three decades of bear protection. The hunt was cancelled in 2004 only to be reinstated in 2005. This year’s cancellation signals a humane and science-based direction for the state’s bear management policy.
“The citizens of New Jersey have expressed their opposition to the trophy hunting of bears and we commend Governor Corzine and Commissioner Jackson for heeding the call,” said Michael Markarian, executive vice president for The HSUS. “Killing bears simply for their heads and hides is inhumane, scientifically reckless, and bad management policy. State leaders are right to offer a different approach.”
I sure that country guy Gentry wishes he could hunt there. When they came on the CMA’s I changed to QVC till they were finished. I changed stations too with all the news of Tom Cat wedding news pretty soon I’ll be reduced to watching Seasme Street.
Thank God Gov Corzine finally put a stop to the barbaric practice of hunting these magnificent creatures! These creatures were here before we were. Perhaps now we can try to find a way to live together.
I found this on the BBC web site. It is very troubling…….
Rare zoo lion cubs poisoned
Rare Abyssinian lion cubs are being poisoned at a zoo in Ethiopia’s capital, Addis Ababa, and their bodies are then sold on to be stuffed.
The zoo, founded by Ethiopia’s former Emperor Haile Selassie, says it poisons a number of cubs each year because it does not have the space or money to look after them.
“We can send them to the forest and to some governmental palaces but most of the time we send them to the taxidermists,” said the Lion Zoo administrator Muhedin Abdulaziz.
He said the taxidermists paid about $175 (£90) for each cub and they were then sold for $400 (£210).
No-one at the zoo is happy about the situation and local conservationists are angry.
Brandi - My mom is making a 21 lb turkey and Gali is very excited about that… He knows he will be having turkey breast very soon. I think he’s been drooling since I told him on Monday. lol
Thank you for your offer, though. You’re so sweet. Happy Thanksgiving!!
Has anyone seen the movie Avalon? It’s one of my favs. I love the Thanksgiving scene! I think I’ll rent it over the weekend….it’s a beautiful film about “family”—great for the holidays….
I haven’t seen that one I’ll check it sometime. On Thanksgiving evening they are showing the oldie but oh so goodie White Christmas. I am a sucker for that movie. I love the original Miracle on 34th Street. They have made two remakes why mess with perfection.
Oh—and don’t forget A Christmas Story! The “frajeelee” lamp!
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Comment by ppearson in KY
2006-11-22 19:17:20
LOL!!! I cant see the word Fragile without saying or thinking “It’s from Italy… Frajeelee”
My Gracie is a dilute calico she has a sister, Mary Alice, that my friend Sarah adopted and little miss Macy looks exactly like Mary Alice did at that age and alot like a darker version of my Gracie, except Gracie just has peach splotched on one side of her nose.
Hi Dee! Yes, I have some cooking to do today. My mom , always insists on fixing dinner but I always bring the fruit salad and anything else she wants. We always had my grandma’s fruit salad but since she passed 9 years ago, I carry on the tradition. I have tweaked the recipe a bit but it is still good! Me and my mom could eat the whole bowl with no problem! Hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Dee, I forgot to add, I have two Thanksgiving dinners to go to. My husband’s family, always has theirs on the weekend of Thanksgiving. He has 4 brothers and they have other family gatherings to go to. It is hard to get everyone together at once. So, I will be doing some more cooking. May bake a ham or cheesecake.
Renee—cheesecake! My favorite! Fruit salad is great—but too “healthy” for me for Thanksgiving…haha! Pass the butter! (and anything else that can clog an artery…)
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Comment by Susan in GA
2006-11-22 18:23:55
Mark Lowery the Southern Gospel singer/comedian said he is Baptist they didn’t know about cholesterol at church camp if they did they would of fried it!
Comment by Dee from Tampa
2006-11-22 18:29:38
Susan—I just realized who you kind of remind me of—Paula Deen! I love her…I always wanted an aunt like that! She says her favorite food is butter….
Comment by Susan in GA
2006-11-22 21:37:42
I was born and raised in Chicago but had southern leanings on my mom’s side. I have always cooked good home stick to the ribs food. I too love Paula Deen but I always saw myself more the Auntie Mame type without all the heavy drinking!
Comment by Renee in Arkansas
2006-11-22 20:08:26
Dee, my husband loves cheesecake too. So does everybody else. My fruit salad has marshmallows and marachino cherries in it, plus fresh fruit and some tropical fruit. I make my own fruit dressing, my grandma used to just use pineapple juice. Me & mom eat fruit salad with our meal or for a snack after dinner, especially after indulging in everything else! We are diabetics. We still are having pecan pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate pie and probably cheesecake for dessert. Sometimes even some cookies for thanksgiving. I even invented a suger-free cranberry sauce, tastes pretty good. My mom has one for a cranberry mold, with pineapple and pecans. There is so much food it is easy to go into sugar overload! Nice stories today, Dee. HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
Comment by Susan in GA
2006-11-22 21:41:28
Hi Renee,
I am diabetic too so I make choices on what to have I can eat mashed potatoes/gravy anytime so I eliminate that and have the dressing. I skip the rolls and have more of the special TG veggie cassarol. I have a small piece of pumpkin pie and luckily I never liked whipped cream. All things in moderation except love that I want and give heaping helpings.
For most of us, Thanksgiving is the starting line for the holiday season. As soon as the kitchen timer sounds the bell that the turkey is done, we are off and running, heading down the track to the finish line on New Year’s Day!
Slow down. The holidays are not a race or a competition. Approaching them as such only aggravates stress levels, which are no good for anyone. Start with a low-stress Thanksgiving.
Don’t Expect Perfection
You’ve heard it before: don’t expect this or any holiday to be perfect. Not everyone will enjoy it as much as you hope. You may not have as much fun as you anticipate. This is okay.
The trick is to accept these realities and then make the most of the day. Enjoy visiting with loved ones. If you prepared it, take pride in the meal; if not, be grateful for those who did.
Expect some underlying tension among some family members but keep in mind that you can’t “fix ” this anymore than you are responsible for it.
Keep It Simple
How often have you decided to simplify the Thanksgiving meal only to find yourself in the kitchen at midnight baking pies or up at dawn mixing stuffing?
Make a commitment to streamline the meal well ahead of time. Cut back on the number of dishes. Delegate and let others bring food. Order a centerpiece instead of making one. Buy pies and rolls from a local bakery. Go to Thanksgiving Action Plan.
If your family agrees, make reservations at a local restaurant. This is the most stress-free solution of all!
Make New Traditions
Don’t be afraid to abandon a particularly stressful Thanksgiving gathering. For example, explain to far-away relatives that you can’t handle the confusion of holiday travel and arrange to visit at a quieter time of year.
Forgo the turkey altogether on Thanksgiving Day and hike in a local park. Suggest to the family that you visit a nearby city and eat in a popular restaurant (call ahead to make sure it’s open!).
Commit to working in a local soup kitchen or visiting the elderly.
Give Yourself Breaks
Several times during shopping, cooking, and celebrating, remove yourself from the activity. Take a few minutes to control your breathing. Sit still, with your eyes closed, and breathe slowly and deeply from your diaphragm.
Make sure you exercise regularly during the season. Set aside 20 or 30 minutes each day to walk or visit the gym. If you can afford more time, take it. Walk in a pretty neighborhood or park. Don’t count the time spent walking up and down supermarket aisles!
Get enough sleep. Eat healthfully. While it’s more than permissible to enjoy the mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie, when the meal is over, eat sensibly again. You will feel better.
OK, I was just reading about the hysterical Kelly Ripa/Clay Aiken/Rosie O’Donnell “feud”. It’s cracking me up! Did anyone see the incident on Friday? I’d like to see what this is all about….
I didn’t see it either, but I’m cracking up about it too…I do find her explanation a bit, erm, questionable–but I mean, c’mon, seriously–who puts a hand over someone else’s mouth to quiet them? I mean, after kindergarten, that is…
Gladys—I just saw the video on Yahoo—-I think it’s the “way” Kelly responded to Clay that has people upset—she looked very torqued off—her demeanor completely changed….
I saw both shows and frankly Rosie, whom I really like went off the deep end. She kept saying what Kelly did was homophobic. She claimed she could tell because she is a proud gay woman. Clay Aiken has never come out of the closet but all the carrying on Rosie pretty much outed him. We all see things from our own perspective. I once told a friend about an incident on a plane with a stewerdess I told my frined it was because I was a woman if I was a man she would of been more accommodating. My fiend said she didn’t think of that she would of thought it was because she my friend is black. Sometimes we are too fast to judge anothers motive. Some people are germaphobic and Kelly said she was apalled because he had shaken hands with so many in the audience and it is cold and flu season. Howie Mandel does not shake hands he as he is germaphobic.
ust so you all know its ust me and the hubby now days, the kids have all moved (for now) so we thought that we would bake the turkey and cut it in half………for the fuzzbutts, otherwise we will never be able to eat lol……..I had help with the pumkin pie this afternoon, it was inspected by henry and deemed fit LOL Happy Thanksgiving all
Brandi Lee, I’m not sure if you saw my comment yesterday… I was wondering if the kittens you were trying to adopt out were bengals? I remember some one on here said that they bred them. If they are, I am very interested in one…I have been desperately trying to find a breeder in my area that doesn’t charge a mortgage payment for one…anyway, my email is jbosorio0217@yahoo.com
Macy’s a tiny treasure! ! ! Little baby calico! Delicate little paw under her head! Bless you for rescuing the kitten family that some monster abandoned! Love them always! And a Happy Thanksgiving to all, pets and pet-mommies and pet-daddies!
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I posted this a few months ago, but I think Thanksgiving is the perfect time to re-post this heart-warming (and tear-jerking) story….
Brief Encounter
By Joseph J. Gurneak
Several Saturdays ago I was cleaning my car at a do-it-yourself car wash. As I vacuumed, I noticed a few wisps of yellow dog fur.
I stopped my cleaning. I picked up the fur, placed it in an envelope and put the envelope in the glove compartment. The fur belonged to Buddy. As I went about the rest of the day, I couldn’t help but think of the brief encounter with Buddy and his “family” just a couple of days before.
It was a Wednesday afternoon. I had just gotten off work. As I passed a truck stop, I noticed a man with a large backpack. There beside him was a dog on a leash sitting in the grass strip that separates the entrance and exit to the interstate. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon and quite hot.
I stopped a few feet away and walked up to the man. “You and the dog okay?” I asked.
I guess he was a little startled. “I’m not breakin’ no law sittin’ here, am I?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “I just wanted to make sure you and the dog were okay.”
“We’re okay, just a little hot.”
I noticed a handwritten cardboard sign beside him saying something about working for food. My guess was that he hadn’t had a good meal in some time.
“Look,” I said, “here’s a twenty - make sure you and the dog get a good meal tonight.”
“God bless you, sir,” he said as he accepted the money.
I walked back to my car. As I turned around, the pair were headed under an overpass to the westbound side of the I-78 ramp. Somehow I felt I should have done a little more. I went into the truck stop, bought a large hoagie and soda for the man and a couple of hot dogs and water for the dog.
As I approached the ramp, they were gone. I figured someone had picked them up. I got back on the freeway intending to get off at the next exit. There were my two “friends.” I pulled over. As we spoke, I gave pieces of the hot dogs to the dog along with a few sips of cool water. The stranger wolfed down the sandwich in two minutes.
I asked the dog’s name. It was Buddy.
I don’t usually give strangers a ride, but I just couldn’t let them walk down the busy freeway at night. I offered to give them a ride, and they accepted. He instructed Buddy to get in the back seat, but I told him it was okay if Buddy rode in the front. Buddy put his head on my lap as though we had been friends for years. I knew he enjoyed the cooling breeze of the air conditioner. He very quickly fell asleep, as I occasionally petted him on his head.
Buddy was a beautiful, noble dog, some kind of mixed breed although the man said he was a sheltie. His fur was soft and surprisingly well kept. The man was a drifter.
He told me bits and pieces about his life. He said he didn’t have any sort of identification. He told me he had lost his wallet a few weeks back. My guess was he was about forty. He was tall and lean, with a beard. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold pain, but he was a gentle person. He was born in Oregon and traveled around always looking for work, he said.
I asked him about Buddy. He told me he found him in Alabama as a puppy about a year and a half before. From that day to this, they had always been together.
There was a pause in the conversation and I asked him whether the dog was ever a burden to him, with all the traveling around. I would have gladly offered a great home to Buddy. There was a long silence. From the corner of my eye I could see tears rolling down the man’s cheeks.
“Sir,” he said to me, barely above a whisper, “old Buddy is the only family I got. Some days, when food is scarce, I’d gladly go without, so long as Buddy has somethin’.”
There was no doubt he spoke the truth. I felt embarrassed that I would even think of offering to take the man’s only worthwhile possession.
The ride was all too short. I pulled over and the man got his backpack out of the back seat. Then Buddy hopped out. The man began to slowly close the door. Buddy turned, looked up at me and wagged his tail a couple of times. I’m certain it was his way of saying “thanks.”
I turned around and headed east. I had one last look at Buddy and his “family.” As I drove off I was disappointed in myself; I didn’t even ask the man his name.
That night I was out late watering the flowers. I looked up at the heavens. I wondered why it is that sometimes these brief encounters make such profound impressions on my life. I said a little prayer asking God to please watch over them in their travels, and to say thanks for just the few brief moments I was able to share with them.
Without their knowledge, the two “world travelers” had enriched my life, touched my soul and heart. The wisps of fur will always be a reminder to me of the summer afternoon that I encountered Buddy and his companion.
I remember the story from before and I had the same reaction blurred vision and a prayer for the best friends. Thank you Dee for reminding us what is important in life.
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I just read this and it has me bawling (happy tears!)….
A Thanksgiving Story
By Andréa Nannette Mejia
It was the day before Thanksgiving - the first one my three children and I would be spending without their father, who had left several months before. Now the two older children were very sick with the flu, and the eldest had just been prescribed bed rest for a week.
It was a cool, gray day outside, and a light rain was falling. I grew wearier as I scurried around, trying to care for each child: thermometers, juice, diapers. And I was fast running out of liquids for the children. But when I checked my purse, all I found was about $2.50 - and this was supposed to last me until the end of the month. That’s when I heard the phone ring.
It was the secretary from our former church, and she told me that they had been thinking about us and had something to give us from the congregation. I told her that I was going out to pick up some more juice and soup for the children, and I would drop by the church on my way to the market.
I arrived at the church just before lunch. The church secretary met me at the door and handed me a special gift envelope. “We think of you and the kids often,” she said, “and you are in our hearts and prayers. We love you.” When I opened the envelope, I found two grocery certificates inside. Each was worth $20. I was so touched and moved, I broke down and cried.
“Thank you very much,” I said, as we hugged each other. “Please give our love and thanks to the church.” Then I drove to a store near our home and purchased some much-needed items for the children.
At the check-out counter I had a little over $14.00 worth of groceries, and I handed the cashier one of the gift certificates. She took it, then turned her back for what seemed like a very long time. I thought something might be wrong. Finally I said, “This gift ce
This is Macy, our 5-week-old kitten. She was rescued when her previous owners abandoned her litter and her mama cat on a farm. When we got her, she weighed only 13 ounces, but she’s eating well and growing into a strong, healthy cat!
I love her little face, the colours are just darling
Bless you for taking her in. I remember what it was like to foster baby kittens. It’s not easy but it’s always well worth the effort!
She’s adorable! I love the little paw next to face, almost looking like she’s trying to rest her head on it……
she is adorable
Sweet little Macy. She is a beautiful girl. Love her tiny paw under her head. Bless you for taking in the whole family.
Oh tiny baby! I wanna put her in my bra and carry her around all day. What a darling angel face!
Oh dear. I think I might lose it from the cute! Baby FUZZ!
Look at that ickle paw!
Great pose, Macy! Love the 2-coloured ears and the smudge under the eye.
Oh my goodness, what a little darling!
She’s purrfect!
fuzz!
Sweet little kittikens with her heart-shaped face! Macy is a sweetie!
Oh, what a cute little kitty! And that look on her face, its just adorable. She looks like such a sweet thing! So glad you rescued her, she seems to be so content!
What a darling baby!
Oh my gosh, she’s so cute, I physically ache just looking at her. She’s going to be quite the princess. I can already see her sitting on her throne…
What a sweetheart!
Awww cute little calico just like my baby. Mines now about 7 months old though, but still as cute as ever lol.
Lana Turner’s got nothing on me!!!! Pin Up Fuzz!!!
Ahh what a cutie she is. And love the name btw. I’m fostering a dog for the HS, its name is Macy too.
The paw pillow is adorable!
Macy’s Day Parade FUZZ
Tucked in to bed FUZZ
Err that would be Macy’s THANKSGIVING day parade, durrr…
She is as cute as a bug’s ear!
Aww… What a sweet baby! How beautiful and comes with her own make-up, eyeliner and eyeshadow! She’s just purrfect!
My friend sent this to me and I thought I would share:
HOW MANY DOGS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB?
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can’t reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I’ll change it as soon as I’ve led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven’t missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I’m sorry, but I don’t see a light bulb!
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua : Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or “We don’t need no stinking light bulb.”
Greyhound: It isn’t moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I’ll put all the light bulbs in a little circle…
Poodle: I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
HOW MANY CATS DOES IT TAKE?
Cat’s don’t change light bulbs, people do. Which proves dogs have masters and cats have STAFF
That is hilarious! I am going to send that to some family and friends who are cat lovers and some who dog lovers. Thank you for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving.
That is so funny!
ROFL! That’s great! I’m going to share that one!
Hi Rosie! I have that same list but it is done by several cats instead. Quite cute. I liked it anyway.
That is hysterical–I laughed my silly!! Thank you!
Yes, cats do have staff, and I am it! I luv it!!!!
I always thought I wanted staff until I became ’staff’. LOL..
This little charmer is sooooo cute. I love her makeup eyes too.
Thank god you rescued her. Calico’s are such sweet kitties. My aunt had one that was so loving inspite of the fact that she mostly lived outside. Now of course if she had been my cat, she would be an indoor kitty. My cat Sylvester is an indoor cat. I think he would like it though if I would move to a place that has a balcony. I find him sitting in the window when the window is open (with a screen in place of course). He will sit and watch all that is going by the apartment. He has escaped out the door several times now but thank God he never goes beyond the top of the staircase (my place is on the second floor of a two story builiding). I took him down to the first floor to visit the mail boxes and he didn’t like it one bit. Couldn’t wait to get back inside.
When Domino was a kitten I thought I would leash train him. He definetly had other ideas about that. He sat down on the sidewalk and I kept walking I tugged on the leash no response. All I did was drag his little tushie a couple of feet. I tried a harness and a leash he got out of the harness by the time I opened the door. Needless to say he was an indoor cat. He loved to lie in the window but the great outdoors held no appeal for him.
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If I Were Lucky
By Avis Drucker
If I were lucky in this lifetime, I would learn the art of letting go.
I would start with the bathroom scale, that little square joy buster. Gone!
Next would be my watch, keeper of rigid rituals and joyless appointments. Gone!
Perfection, next big hit. Let the housework pile up and invite lots of friends over. Just put the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the living room and leave it there for six months.
Next, get rid of that worry dance I do. The health of my husband, the safety of my children, not enough money, what people think, being alone, not being alone, terrorists, tax collectors, termites . . . get a grip! Let it go.
I would travel the world and take lots of black and white photos of all the wonderful faces.
I would sit on the beach with my friends and eat junky hot dogs.
I would take long walks with my husband through the village to the lighthouse.
Sometimes I would sit quietly on my porch and listen to the birds for hours. Sometimes I would put on jazz or opera and turn it up really loud.
I would surround myself with people who love nature, laughter and dessert.
I would spend my time living large and doing nothing.
I would sit back and enjoy the journey.
This serves as a VERY helpful reminder to me to let go and let God, especially at this time of year. We get caught up in the details and forget to just ENJOY the scenery! Thank you, Dee!
Dee, you are such a delight to have on these posts! Thank you, and I hope you and yours have a delightful Thanksgiving!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!! Is anyone cooking? (I’m channeling my inner Martha Stewart tomorrow…but I love to cook/bake…)
I like that…channellng Marthy….. Hehehehe..
I am cooking also… made pies last night… but this is collabrative…the ol’man does his share and the guests are bringing the side dishes… I am only responsible for the turkey, dressing and gravy.,..
And Miss Macy looks like a toy… again.. just darling!
And I have to add:
Happy Thanksgiving to all… two foots and four……
A friend (?) said I was trying to be a Martha wannabe. I told her no she’s trying to be a Susan wannabe! I’m going to Petey’s “parents” house for dinner. I am taking the sage dressing and the drunken cranberry jello mold enough of that and who cares about lumpy gravy! I’m making the mashed potatoes when I get there.
I hope you all have a fun and safe holiday.
The girls & I have pie duty. They made 8 yesterday and I’ll help with the other 8 when I get home from work today. The one neice has Martha beat! I have filling duty. They’ve told me to stay away from the pie crust!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I have nothing to cook. We’re going to dinner with relatives, and my mom co-opted the dessert–my specialty! (But at least I know what’s for dessert…yummmmmmmy New York cheesecake!!!)
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and your fuzzles too….
I was up until midnight last night, making two double batches of corn pudding and peeling and mashing 5 pounds of potatoes. All this while doing laundry, packing and cleaning the kitchen. I am pooped! It will be worthwhile when I am with my family and getting to eat all the wonderful things we all fixed!
I bet she has the most darling purr and meow to match that sweet, loving face. Her make up looks like she put in on herself! TONS of love and Kisses to Macy.
No, that’s what my mom is for. Every, EVERY year, she’s cooked. Except one year when I was a teenage, she was sick, but she still cooked.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL TDKers and their family and friends. I am fortunate enough to be going to my daughter’s house for Turkey Day. She loves to cook and that works out well, cuz the rest of use love to eat!
What a doll! That is wonderful that you rescued her. Shame on whoever abandoned her.
For anyone that was still curious about the weird news story, here is the resolution
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061122/od_nm/brazil_dogcats_dc_1
As so many loving cats do, she apparently adopted the puppies.
Well of course. . .cat genes and dog genes don’t mix. Imagine a hybrid cat/dog though? What a creature that would be!
Ahhh looks like she has attitude (not in a bad way
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She looks just lovely wrapped in her baby blanket. Perfect little kitty!
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NEW JERSEY RESIDENTS: THANK YOUR GOVERNOR!!
The Humane Society of the United States Praises Governor Corzine and DEP Commissioner Jackson for Decision to End State Black Bear Hunt
November 16, 2006
WASHINGTON – The Humane Society of the United States today commended the decision by New Jersey Governor Jon Corzine and Department of Environmental Protection Commissioner Lisa Jackson to prevent the trophy hunting of black bears in New Jersey. The state’s bear hunt has been fraught with controversy since its reintroduction in 2003, after more than three decades of bear protection. The hunt was cancelled in 2004 only to be reinstated in 2005. This year’s cancellation signals a humane and science-based direction for the state’s bear management policy.
“The citizens of New Jersey have expressed their opposition to the trophy hunting of bears and we commend Governor Corzine and Commissioner Jackson for heeding the call,” said Michael Markarian, executive vice president for The HSUS. “Killing bears simply for their heads and hides is inhumane, scientifically reckless, and bad management policy. State leaders are right to offer a different approach.”
I sure that country guy Gentry wishes he could hunt there. When they came on the CMA’s I changed to QVC till they were finished. I changed stations too with all the news of Tom Cat wedding news pretty soon I’ll be reduced to watching Seasme Street.
Suppose to be I’m sure - sorry.
I know! What a heartless jerk—killing a tame bear!!
AMEN! ! ! Let’s hear it for the New Jersey governor and the beautiful black bears! ! !
Thank God Gov Corzine finally put a stop to the barbaric practice of hunting these magnificent creatures! These creatures were here before we were. Perhaps now we can try to find a way to live together.
I found this on the BBC web site. It is very troubling…….
Rare zoo lion cubs poisoned
Rare Abyssinian lion cubs are being poisoned at a zoo in Ethiopia’s capital, Addis Ababa, and their bodies are then sold on to be stuffed.
The zoo, founded by Ethiopia’s former Emperor Haile Selassie, says it poisons a number of cubs each year because it does not have the space or money to look after them.
“We can send them to the forest and to some governmental palaces but most of the time we send them to the taxidermists,” said the Lion Zoo administrator Muhedin Abdulaziz.
He said the taxidermists paid about $175 (£90) for each cub and they were then sold for $400 (£210).
No-one at the zoo is happy about the situation and local conservationists are angry.
So very sad!!!
Just when I thought all the cuties had been here already, along comes Macy to steal my heart!
Cathi in NC—Happy Thanksgiving! (I guess you’ll read this later this evening…)
Dee - Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry I haven’t been around lately.
Macy is just adorable. She is cute as a button.
She’s just a darling.. so tiny! Tiny pink button nose, little paws.. and as she’s a calico, big attitude.
what a little doll baby ! Hey Cathi, you need a turkey dinner? bring Gali on down
Brandi - My mom is making a 21 lb turkey and Gali is very excited about that… He knows he will be having turkey breast very soon. I think he’s been drooling since I told him on Monday. lol
Thank you for your offer, though. You’re so sweet. Happy Thanksgiving!!
This picture can save the world.
Happy Thanksgiving TDK peeps!
Has anyone seen the movie Avalon? It’s one of my favs. I love the Thanksgiving scene! I think I’ll rent it over the weekend….it’s a beautiful film about “family”—great for the holidays….
I haven’t seen that one I’ll check it sometime. On Thanksgiving evening they are showing the oldie but oh so goodie White Christmas. I am a sucker for that movie. I love the original Miracle on 34th Street. They have made two remakes why mess with perfection.
Oh—and don’t forget A Christmas Story! The “frajeelee” lamp!
LOL!!! I cant see the word Fragile without saying or thinking “It’s from Italy… Frajeelee”
My Gracie is a dilute calico she has a sister, Mary Alice, that my friend Sarah adopted and little miss Macy looks exactly like Mary Alice did at that age and alot like a darker version of my Gracie, except Gracie just has peach splotched on one side of her nose.
Ooooh…I just love her cute little pink nose! What a sweetie. I’m so glad she was rescued.
I’m in love! Besotted! I am but your humble slave, dear kitten…you could wrap me around your little cute paw any day!
How precious!! I just want to kiss that little bubblegum nose!!
Renee in Arkansas: are you busy cooking today??
Hi Dee! Yes, I have some cooking to do today. My mom , always insists on fixing dinner but I always bring the fruit salad and anything else she wants. We always had my grandma’s fruit salad but since she passed 9 years ago, I carry on the tradition. I have tweaked the recipe a bit but it is still good! Me and my mom could eat the whole bowl with no problem! Hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Dee, I forgot to add, I have two Thanksgiving dinners to go to. My husband’s family, always has theirs on the weekend of Thanksgiving. He has 4 brothers and they have other family gatherings to go to. It is hard to get everyone together at once. So, I will be doing some more cooking. May bake a ham or cheesecake.
Renee—cheesecake! My favorite! Fruit salad is great—but too “healthy” for me for Thanksgiving…haha! Pass the butter! (and anything else that can clog an artery…)
Mark Lowery the Southern Gospel singer/comedian said he is Baptist they didn’t know about cholesterol at church camp if they did they would of fried it!
Susan—I just realized who you kind of remind me of—Paula Deen! I love her…I always wanted an aunt like that! She says her favorite food is butter….
I was born and raised in Chicago but had southern leanings on my mom’s side. I have always cooked good home stick to the ribs food. I too love Paula Deen but I always saw myself more the Auntie Mame type without all the heavy drinking!
Dee, my husband loves cheesecake too. So does everybody else. My fruit salad has marshmallows and marachino cherries in it, plus fresh fruit and some tropical fruit. I make my own fruit dressing, my grandma used to just use pineapple juice. Me & mom eat fruit salad with our meal or for a snack after dinner, especially after indulging in everything else! We are diabetics. We still are having pecan pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate pie and probably cheesecake for dessert. Sometimes even some cookies for thanksgiving. I even invented a suger-free cranberry sauce, tastes pretty good. My mom has one for a cranberry mold, with pineapple and pecans. There is so much food it is easy to go into sugar overload! Nice stories today, Dee. HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
Hi Renee,
I am diabetic too so I make choices on what to have I can eat mashed potatoes/gravy anytime so I eliminate that and have the dressing. I skip the rolls and have more of the special TG veggie cassarol. I have a small piece of pumpkin pie and luckily I never liked whipped cream. All things in moderation except love that I want and give heaping helpings.
***REDUCING THANKSGIVING STRESS***
For most of us, Thanksgiving is the starting line for the holiday season. As soon as the kitchen timer sounds the bell that the turkey is done, we are off and running, heading down the track to the finish line on New Year’s Day!
Slow down. The holidays are not a race or a competition. Approaching them as such only aggravates stress levels, which are no good for anyone. Start with a low-stress Thanksgiving.
Don’t Expect Perfection
You’ve heard it before: don’t expect this or any holiday to be perfect. Not everyone will enjoy it as much as you hope. You may not have as much fun as you anticipate. This is okay.
The trick is to accept these realities and then make the most of the day. Enjoy visiting with loved ones. If you prepared it, take pride in the meal; if not, be grateful for those who did.
Expect some underlying tension among some family members but keep in mind that you can’t “fix ” this anymore than you are responsible for it.
Keep It Simple
How often have you decided to simplify the Thanksgiving meal only to find yourself in the kitchen at midnight baking pies or up at dawn mixing stuffing?
Make a commitment to streamline the meal well ahead of time. Cut back on the number of dishes. Delegate and let others bring food. Order a centerpiece instead of making one. Buy pies and rolls from a local bakery. Go to Thanksgiving Action Plan.
If your family agrees, make reservations at a local restaurant. This is the most stress-free solution of all!
Make New Traditions
Don’t be afraid to abandon a particularly stressful Thanksgiving gathering. For example, explain to far-away relatives that you can’t handle the confusion of holiday travel and arrange to visit at a quieter time of year.
Forgo the turkey altogether on Thanksgiving Day and hike in a local park. Suggest to the family that you visit a nearby city and eat in a popular restaurant (call ahead to make sure it’s open!).
Commit to working in a local soup kitchen or visiting the elderly.
Give Yourself Breaks
Several times during shopping, cooking, and celebrating, remove yourself from the activity. Take a few minutes to control your breathing. Sit still, with your eyes closed, and breathe slowly and deeply from your diaphragm.
Make sure you exercise regularly during the season. Set aside 20 or 30 minutes each day to walk or visit the gym. If you can afford more time, take it. Walk in a pretty neighborhood or park. Don’t count the time spent walking up and down supermarket aisles!
Get enough sleep. Eat healthfully. While it’s more than permissible to enjoy the mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie, when the meal is over, eat sensibly again. You will feel better.
She’s so cute, like she’s posing for the pic
LOL
Kisses
G.M. Sorel
Macy is such a precious little darling! Love her sweet face.
OK, I was just reading about the hysterical Kelly Ripa/Clay Aiken/Rosie O’Donnell “feud”. It’s cracking me up! Did anyone see the incident on Friday? I’d like to see what this is all about….
I didn’t see it either, but I’m cracking up about it too…I do find her explanation a bit, erm, questionable–but I mean, c’mon, seriously–who puts a hand over someone else’s mouth to quiet them? I mean, after kindergarten, that is…
Gladys—I just saw the video on Yahoo—-I think it’s the “way” Kelly responded to Clay that has people upset—she looked very torqued off—her demeanor completely changed….
and it’s still cracking me up!
I saw both shows and frankly Rosie, whom I really like went off the deep end. She kept saying what Kelly did was homophobic. She claimed she could tell because she is a proud gay woman. Clay Aiken has never come out of the closet but all the carrying on Rosie pretty much outed him. We all see things from our own perspective. I once told a friend about an incident on a plane with a stewerdess I told my frined it was because I was a woman if I was a man she would of been more accommodating. My fiend said she didn’t think of that she would of thought it was because she my friend is black. Sometimes we are too fast to judge anothers motive. Some people are germaphobic and Kelly said she was apalled because he had shaken hands with so many in the audience and it is cold and flu season. Howie Mandel does not shake hands he as he is germaphobic.
ust so you all know its ust me and the hubby now days, the kids have all moved (for now) so we thought that we would bake the turkey and cut it in half………for the fuzzbutts, otherwise we will never be able to eat lol……..I had help with the pumkin pie this afternoon, it was inspected by henry and deemed fit LOL Happy Thanksgiving all
Brandi Lee, I’m not sure if you saw my comment yesterday… I was wondering if the kittens you were trying to adopt out were bengals? I remember some one on here said that they bred them. If they are, I am very interested in one…I have been desperately trying to find a breeder in my area that doesn’t charge a mortgage payment for one…anyway, my email is jbosorio0217@yahoo.com
OMG… I think that is the teeny tiniest little nose I’ve ever seen!
She’s adorable, I’ve always liked Tortie & White and calico cats, and this one looks as if she will grow up to be regal.
I forgot who was speaking about Frontline for cats a few days ago…but the least expensive flea control products (and lots of other products, too) is at Drs Foster and Smith…I buy all my pet “stuff” there–and the Feliway is the least expensive I’ve priced. PLUS, if you go to http://naughtycodes.com/ , and go to Drs Foster and Smith through there, you’ll get $5.00 when you enter the coupon code. (Naughtycodes.com has hundreds of coupon codes for different merchants. Yes, I’m a junkie! haha
http://www.drsfostersmith.com/product/prod_display.cfm?pcatid=7160&Ntt=frontline&Ntk=All&Ntx=mode+matchallpartial&Np=1&pc=1&N=2002&Nty=1
Macy’s a tiny treasure! ! ! Little baby calico! Delicate little paw under her head! Bless you for rescuing the kitten family that some monster abandoned! Love them always! And a Happy Thanksgiving to all, pets and pet-mommies and pet-daddies!
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I posted this a few months ago, but I think Thanksgiving is the perfect time to re-post this heart-warming (and tear-jerking) story….
Brief Encounter
By Joseph J. Gurneak
Several Saturdays ago I was cleaning my car at a do-it-yourself car wash. As I vacuumed, I noticed a few wisps of yellow dog fur.
I stopped my cleaning. I picked up the fur, placed it in an envelope and put the envelope in the glove compartment. The fur belonged to Buddy. As I went about the rest of the day, I couldn’t help but think of the brief encounter with Buddy and his “family” just a couple of days before.
It was a Wednesday afternoon. I had just gotten off work. As I passed a truck stop, I noticed a man with a large backpack. There beside him was a dog on a leash sitting in the grass strip that separates the entrance and exit to the interstate. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon and quite hot.
I stopped a few feet away and walked up to the man. “You and the dog okay?” I asked.
I guess he was a little startled. “I’m not breakin’ no law sittin’ here, am I?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “I just wanted to make sure you and the dog were okay.”
“We’re okay, just a little hot.”
I noticed a handwritten cardboard sign beside him saying something about working for food. My guess was that he hadn’t had a good meal in some time.
“Look,” I said, “here’s a twenty - make sure you and the dog get a good meal tonight.”
“God bless you, sir,” he said as he accepted the money.
I walked back to my car. As I turned around, the pair were headed under an overpass to the westbound side of the I-78 ramp. Somehow I felt I should have done a little more. I went into the truck stop, bought a large hoagie and soda for the man and a couple of hot dogs and water for the dog.
As I approached the ramp, they were gone. I figured someone had picked them up. I got back on the freeway intending to get off at the next exit. There were my two “friends.” I pulled over. As we spoke, I gave pieces of the hot dogs to the dog along with a few sips of cool water. The stranger wolfed down the sandwich in two minutes.
I asked the dog’s name. It was Buddy.
I don’t usually give strangers a ride, but I just couldn’t let them walk down the busy freeway at night. I offered to give them a ride, and they accepted. He instructed Buddy to get in the back seat, but I told him it was okay if Buddy rode in the front. Buddy put his head on my lap as though we had been friends for years. I knew he enjoyed the cooling breeze of the air conditioner. He very quickly fell asleep, as I occasionally petted him on his head.
Buddy was a beautiful, noble dog, some kind of mixed breed although the man said he was a sheltie. His fur was soft and surprisingly well kept. The man was a drifter.
He told me bits and pieces about his life. He said he didn’t have any sort of identification. He told me he had lost his wallet a few weeks back. My guess was he was about forty. He was tall and lean, with a beard. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold pain, but he was a gentle person. He was born in Oregon and traveled around always looking for work, he said.
I asked him about Buddy. He told me he found him in Alabama as a puppy about a year and a half before. From that day to this, they had always been together.
There was a pause in the conversation and I asked him whether the dog was ever a burden to him, with all the traveling around. I would have gladly offered a great home to Buddy. There was a long silence. From the corner of my eye I could see tears rolling down the man’s cheeks.
“Sir,” he said to me, barely above a whisper, “old Buddy is the only family I got. Some days, when food is scarce, I’d gladly go without, so long as Buddy has somethin’.”
There was no doubt he spoke the truth. I felt embarrassed that I would even think of offering to take the man’s only worthwhile possession.
The ride was all too short. I pulled over and the man got his backpack out of the back seat. Then Buddy hopped out. The man began to slowly close the door. Buddy turned, looked up at me and wagged his tail a couple of times. I’m certain it was his way of saying “thanks.”
I turned around and headed east. I had one last look at Buddy and his “family.” As I drove off I was disappointed in myself; I didn’t even ask the man his name.
That night I was out late watering the flowers. I looked up at the heavens. I wondered why it is that sometimes these brief encounters make such profound impressions on my life. I said a little prayer asking God to please watch over them in their travels, and to say thanks for just the few brief moments I was able to share with them.
Without their knowledge, the two “world travelers” had enriched my life, touched my soul and heart. The wisps of fur will always be a reminder to me of the summer afternoon that I encountered Buddy and his companion.
I remember the story from before and I had the same reaction blurred vision and a prayer for the best friends. Thank you Dee for reminding us what is important in life.
This picture should be a poster…she’s LOVELY! look at those big saucer-eyes…and the itty little nose….::::faints from cuteness::::
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I just read this and it has me bawling (happy tears!)….
A Thanksgiving Story
By Andréa Nannette Mejia
It was the day before Thanksgiving - the first one my three children and I would be spending without their father, who had left several months before. Now the two older children were very sick with the flu, and the eldest had just been prescribed bed rest for a week.
It was a cool, gray day outside, and a light rain was falling. I grew wearier as I scurried around, trying to care for each child: thermometers, juice, diapers. And I was fast running out of liquids for the children. But when I checked my purse, all I found was about $2.50 - and this was supposed to last me until the end of the month. That’s when I heard the phone ring.
It was the secretary from our former church, and she told me that they had been thinking about us and had something to give us from the congregation. I told her that I was going out to pick up some more juice and soup for the children, and I would drop by the church on my way to the market.
I arrived at the church just before lunch. The church secretary met me at the door and handed me a special gift envelope. “We think of you and the kids often,” she said, “and you are in our hearts and prayers. We love you.” When I opened the envelope, I found two grocery certificates inside. Each was worth $20. I was so touched and moved, I broke down and cried.
“Thank you very much,” I said, as we hugged each other. “Please give our love and thanks to the church.” Then I drove to a store near our home and purchased some much-needed items for the children.
At the check-out counter I had a little over $14.00 worth of groceries, and I handed the cashier one of the gift certificates. She took it, then turned her back for what seemed like a very long time. I thought something might be wrong. Finally I said, “This gift ce