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This morning,I needed to go to our local grocery store to get ingredients for a cold oven cake recipe I got from Connie,my dear 92 year old friend in Baltimore.As I arived,this adorable female Yorkshire Terior was out front and the store owner asked if I knew whos she was.I said know,I'd never seen her before.She then asked me if I could try to remove her from the premisus. I said o.k. and took her to my home. I looked at her colar and saw her license was current and called the SPCA to see if they had any record of her.They did and imediately requested I bring her there. I absolutely refused because back in the late 60's,I lost my dog and he wound up getting executed at the SPCA.He had an updated license and they never called me. I was so pissed off and promised myself I would never let them have any of the strays I found and I would do my best to find the owners of any I came across.So,I have her(Pigion)and recognised her from a rodio I went to.She is the same dog but her original owners had named her "Stupid". No frigging wonder she ran away both times.with a name like Pigion or Stupid,I'd run away to.I would have named her "Queenie,Princess,Lady,---anything but Stupid or Pigion.I had the SPCA cal her owner who then called me and she'll be here to get her in a few hours.Meanwhile,she's at my feet being a real nice companion.
 
laundromat good for you man, i think a kindness to a poor lost animal is worth two diamonds to your crown.... i still squirm when when michael vick is on tv....karma i tell ya,karma
 
I Dunno...

" The upside: The dog doesn't know the meaning of the words Pigeon or Stupid."

I have to wonder about that. My cat, Tony, belonged to someone who called him "dumb-ass," because Tony wasn't responsive when called. When Tony came into my care, I spent (and still spend) a lot of time telling him what a great, sweet smart boy he is.

The result? Tony used to be fairly unhappy and not too interested in people, and now he's sweet, gregarious, fun and constantly amazing everyone with how much he knows.

I honestly have to wonder how much our pets understand.
 
This dog would have been mine had I been that type of person.She listens,loves to wrestle,loves to fetch and is very well ho8se broken.I fed her some home made boiled chicken breasts with cooked shredded carrots.She went to sleep at my feet as I was at work pumping propane tanks today.She had body oder and some flees so I bathed her in an organic flee and tick shampoo for small dogs.She loved it and her wirey fur got fluffy and soft.She p[layed a bit with a tennis ball and went back to sleep in my lap.Her "owners"?came around 5:30 to pick her up.
 
I am so

proud of you, Chuck.

You did the right thing.

I always tell my cats what good cats they are, and what a good girl (or boy) they are....they seem to like it.

Lawrence/Maytagbear
 
She sent her boyfriend to get her dog and he was about as interested in her dog's condition or health as a child is in getting a tetness shot.However,Honoka'a being such a small town(population of around 5000)the store owner knows the owner and said I should have kept the dog.Or,at least let the SPCA know about her neglect.I never left any of my dogs outside unless they wanted to go.They'd stay out as long as they wanted and came back in.I never left them outside on a leash or a chain.Alway out to run the yard freely.I noticed that pigion chewed her leash off twice while I went out to pump gas.I recomended a harness instead of a choker chain.If I see her get away again,I'll probably report it and recomend the owner not be a pet owner.
 
I've always wanted to adopt a cat that would otherwise be put down, after having met a blind cat. Some POS low-life in the south Bronx burned its eyes out with a cigarette. I cried for weeks. I hoped the bastard's bat and ba**s got badly mangled.
 
Sandy---I don't believe cats know the meanings of words. They most certainly glean a lot from one's vocal inflections, facial expressions, and physical contact.

Anyone who would call a cat Dumb-Ass was probably not very loving toward Tony. He's lucky to have you in his life, now.

I'm taking care of two kittens (ten weeks old, maybe?) and they are the cutest little terrorists I've ever hosted. I can't imagine what goes through the mind of any adult who would be cruel or neglectful toward animals.

Suki and Nyx (not named by me, they're not my cats) are with me for a week while their humans are on vacation. They're hilarious! They bound around, pounce on each other, and play like maniacs for about 15 minutes, then suddenly, they're crashed out together for a nap.

Of course, being kittens, their claws are out ALL THE DAMN TIME, so my legs are scratched from ankles to knees. I've been using a little spray bottle to let them know that eating shoes, tipping over small garbage receptacles, and biting toes is not acceptable behavior.

When a bad behavior occurs, I say "NO!" sternly, and give the offender a little spritz to the face. They're both already beginning to stop behaviors (albeit briefly) with the vocal command alone.

They've been here since Sunday, and I can tell they've grown. They eat a lot for being such little munchkins. It's so great when they curl up on me for a nap when I'm on the couch. They purr so loudly they're practically vibrating.

Here they are, going at one of my old yard slippers. Suki is on the left, Nyx on the right.

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so many kind and caring people on here

The lady that works at the little shop where I buy Molly's food, The Ambrosia Dog Deli (just a fancy name) has a Labradoodle named Maudy. The dog is about 6 months old and when she was a little puppy the original owner's daughter played so roughly with her that she fractured the dog's skull and caused one of her eyes to pop out. The vet was going to put her to sleep but the lady from the store paid for her medical bills and adopted her. The dog is usually at the deli and is playful, friendly and acts as if nothing ever happened.

There is an animal philanthropist here in the Desert name Lindi Biggi. Her home is a tropical sanctuary for abandoned birds. She has an amazing raport with them. At a visit to her home she showed me Angel, a pooch she adopted. The dog was born without front feet and was scheduled to be euthanized. She has had special equipment made for the dog so it can lead a near-normal life including a harness with wheels in the front. She helps raise thousands of dollars for animal welfare.

This photo was taken in Lindi's backyard.

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What beautiful pussies!!

I had a manx years ago named "Teddy" because he looked like a teenie-tiny grizlie bear and ,being a manx,his hind quarters were jacked up and he had a small cotton ball sort of stub instaed of a tail. That cat was hystericaly funny!!He'd bring me wads of paper he'd get out of my trash pail by my desk and insist that I throw it for him to fetch,kick around like a soccer ball and bring back to me only to have me toss it again.He also drank out of my toilet!I would put fresh water in his bowl every morning and he wouldn't touch ,it.The apartment I had in B'More had an old fasioned ,tankless toilet like the ones we had in school.One night,I returned home from work not knowing hoe or where he got wet and went crazy looking for a leak somewhere and everything was bone dry. I was on the phone with my friend,Mark from Seattle and had to pee.Just as I went into the bathroom,I saw Teddy on the toilet seat,face in to the bowl and tounge dipping into fresh water as he, almost on cue,slipped and fell in!!He was soaked head to tail and ran like a bat out of Hell from his little dip. I almost choked laughing so hard!He was more of a dog than a cat.He'd also instigate a little ruffhousing by seeing my legs crossed and getting his paws to come up to my thigh and swat my hands.He was declawed in the front and I never let cats out unless I have an inclosure where they can be out on a porch or patio.He was also extreamly tickleish and I wold turn him on his back and give him a severe belly rub. He'd hiss and hit me hard with his paws but I would subside and he would go and fall asleep.He slept on my chest and would,never missing a damed day,hit my face with his paws just before 5AM when I would have my alarm set to go off because he hated loud noises like the phone ringing or an alarm going off.If I wasn't home and someboy called,he'd swat the receiver off the base and meow as the word,"hello" would be repeated dozens of times.I'd come home only to see the receiver laying on my floor and the weird noise going off.

Teddy was the first and best cat I ever had. In 1999,Teddy aquired feline hepatitous and past away to pussy heaven.It took over two years for me to get over him dieing but,I found two adoreable sisters,Lucy and Ethel and had them for 14 years!
 
Frigilux:

"Sandy---I don't believe cats know the meanings of words. They most certainly glean a lot from one's vocal inflections, facial expressions, and physical contact."

Well, I dunno about that either, because Tony responds to verbal requests - like if we're out on the deck and I want to go in, I'll say, "Tony, let's go inside," and he trots right towards the door to the living room. Other requests like "Would you like some supper?" get appropriate responses, too.

Since I regard Tony as family and as a friend and not a possession, I try to be respectful in what I say to him. Even when he's done something he shouldn't, I will usually say, "Not good, Tony," in a quiet tone of voice. "Bad!" is reserved for the truly dreadful, and nothing like that has happened in a very long time.

Tony is probably the perfect cat. He is sweet, affectionate, smart, sensitive to people and just generally adorable. He has charmed the socks off more than one person who doesn't usually like cats. He loves to sleep clinging to my chest and shoulder when I'm sitting on the sofa. He enjoys small tastes of human food once in a while, but does not make a nuisance of himself with constant begging. His favourite "people treats" are spaghetti, corn chips, popcorn, baked beans, Cheddar and ice cream, if it is vanilla. But he just nibbles a tiny, tiny amount and then he's satisfied; he doesn't try to make meals off human food, which would be bad for him anyway. Oh, and he adores a little lick of chicken gravy or gravy from a pork roast.

He's neat.
 
Cats know alot more than we may realize. They are very perceptive to how a home enviornment is. Having 4 cats now and yes thats it...for now...I cant imagine my life without them. My cat Kyle was a rescue from a place in Maine and he is the most awesome cat. He is very affectionate and loves to play. He is 4 years old now but still a kitten at heart. Willow we got at the shelter and she has amazed me with her attention and love. Trevor the terror is only 4 months old and he is about to go to the vet to get his "boys" taken away. Trevor is from Maine as well and he is very friendly and loving. Zoe was from the shelter and she was abused as a kitten. It has taken us years to get her to trust people and we have never hurt or yelled at her.
Zoe was abandoned by her former owner that left her and her kittens to die in an abandoned house. From what I gather she was afraid of being hit with a hand. Took a long time for her to realize that the hand is used to pet her. She has come a long ways and she is the queen of the house as she is my oldest at 8 years old. One thing I noticed is that she does not like Hispanics. She will freak out if she sees one or is one comes near her. We had our bed delivered a few years ago and the guys were Hispanic. One of them saw her and wanted to say hello to her...she cowered...she never does that and she let out this blood curdling howl.So my thinking is that her previous owner may have been Hispanic...
Anyways my girls are very attentive if one of us is sick. They will not leave your side and they will watch over you. When I had my heart attack Zoe was right at the door when I came home. She stayed with me to make sure I was OK. Kyle would get Scott if something wasnt right.
I absolutely love my "kids" and cant imagine life without them.
 
I got my cat an all black cat like Frigilux cat in the picture, was a stray somebody toss the cat out of the car and my best friend took it home like we need another cat, I have two already and Drake is the best cat I ever had. I love him.

Darren k
 
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