Good Morning . . . it's a beautiful day for the start of our long Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada so hopefully the good weather will continue and hopefully I will stay out of those "all the trimmings" that seem to go along with the turkey.
I'm exhausted and I ache everywhere after the great deal of furniture rearranging and new toy assembling that has been going on since Wednesday. Both GADZELLA (the Gazelle) and TRAMP (the Urban Rebounder) are in place and functional now . . . Yippee . . . and BUDDY (the Stability Ball) has turned into a fine new computer chair since I gave him a little more air. Think I'll be fine with the Rebounder (although I will have to fight the cats for it since they've decided it makes a fine new bed) but it may take me a bit of time to conquer the Gazelle . . . it's
Hapy Thanksgiving, from Ontario!!! Love the East Coast, and my sister went to Dal, but I digress...
Is it too late to join the conversation????
I have four cats. We were supposed to have two, but when I found Miss Kira Killmousesky (our Polish cat...) at the SPCA, her mom was in the cage with her sitting in the litter box looking depressed. So I brought her home too (Mrs. Maya). It turned out that she was knocked up (!), and had a litter of ONE - yes only ONE - two days after we brought her home. She had a little calico cat named Calamity Jane, since we weren't expecting her. With all the estrogen in the house, my DH wanted us to find a boy, so we brought home Mr. Samwise Gamje Gerberstein the Fourth (as in "the fourth cat"...). Yup, DH named him.
Well, they are all outside right now enjoying our great fall weather while I am preparing turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce for dinner!
Have a great one!
Never too late . . . love the names of your cats. BTW, I was born and raised in Toronto and went to York. Transferred down here about 13 years ago. Funny how small this old world really is, isn't it. Hope your dinner was terrific. I won't be doing the turkey thing until Sunday.
We're eating AGAIN at my SIL tomorrow...double the turkey dinner, triple the calories (can't figure out how that works but it seems to happen every year!). I'm just glad we Canadians have a decent break between Thanksgiving and Christmas, or else it would be double the turkey, double the roast beef, twelve times the calories...sigh...
Go heavy on the turkey and veggies and lighter on the potatoes, gravy, and stuffing if you can . . . and, of course, pass the pumpkin pie altogether . . . easier said than done, I know. Good luck.
mandallin - look what i found for bob...perfect don't you think lol now maybe it will get him in the spirit for jazzersize http://cgi.ebay.com/Dog-Pink-Purple-...QQcmdZViewItem
i think with his size..it might fit him
This talk of dresssing up cats, brings back memories of visiting my cousins in the country when I was about 10. They had about 6 cats. 2 primarily indoor cats, 3 only outdoor cats, and an old barn tom (named appropriately "Tom") who had both indoor and outdoor privileges. Tom was a very muscular cat, and quite the defender of his territory. He had battle scars all over his face, and a big chunk missing from one ear, but this burly alpha male loved playing "baby" to us kids.
Tom was not only the only cat that would "endure" dress up games, he actually loved them. I can't imagine getting into the frilly pink baby dress and bonnet were very comfortable, but he'd not only sit still for it, he'd be purring the entire "play time". Then we'd pretend to feed him a bottle (I think my cousins would dab a little wet cat food on the doll bottle) and put him in the doll buggy, and cover him up with a blanket to his chin and go for walks. He'd lay on his back like a baby purring and would even fall asleep like that in the pram.
Now that's a cat not afraid to explore his feminine side.
Hi ladies! I am a cat lover as well. I have 4 of my own, but there are a total of 6 in this house now.
Lucky is my oldest @ 11yrs. She's a short haired brown tabby with an attitude that matches my own. She's very bossy with the other cats and other humans in our house. She's been through a lot with me. She'd never really had any medical problems until this last year. Now she's finally 'normal' and gaining back what she'd previously lost. She lost her ability to meow about 2 months ago, but she's finally able to produce a little sound.
Tucker is the next @ 3 years. He's a short haired yellow tabby, who is generally very laid back and very much a momma's boy. He has recently taken up the hobby of tormenting my parents' dog. He's also a very big boy. He's almost 20lbs, but is 'healthy' rather than fat, according to my vet. He's the biggest of all my cats.
Mia is the next @ 1 year. She's a long haired grey tabby who is just now really developing her own personality. Before she just acted like a kitten with ADHD! She's very lovey, and loves to sit and snuggle with me. She and Lucky go rounds when it comes to who gets to sleep with me. Lucky is the dominant one, so Mia often ends up sleeping at my feet, while Lucky takes up her space on my chest.
Missy is a 6 mo old white and black short hair. She's mean! She's still a kitten obviously, but she's very aggressive when she plays. She was the smallest out of a litter of 4, so I often joke that she's making up for all the abuse she took when she was a baby.
The other two are my parents' cats. They are Missy's siblings. Sylvester is a black and white short haired who looks a lot like Missy. He's also very laid back and lovey to everyone. He enjoys waking me up about 15 minutes before my alarm goes off every morning . He's going to be HUGE. He weighs more than Mia already. I'm afraid of what will happen when he is fixed. The other is Cookie Dough, named by my 5yr old niece. He's a short haired yellow tabby who looks a lot like Tucker. He's timid and shy, but is coming out of his shell. He is very close to Missy and they are often found snuggling together in the beanbag chair, or in my dad's chair. Both boys love tormenting my parents' dog too - they run and jump at him, or swat at him as he walks by. I suppose that's what the dog gets for trying to herd them when they were babies
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Reason: Adding pictures!
Oh wow, Colleen . . . that is definitly an amazing cat story . . . especially about a barn-roaming-Tom. Bet he looked amazing.
Welcome to the group, Brandnewme . . . love the pictures. I have a real weekness for the Marmalade-coloured tabbies although I don't have one at present. Had to have poor little Goldi put to sleep last November. Purrecious (my Avatar) was kind of her replacement.
Looks like it's going to be one of those days . . . I spilled a 16 oz glass of water across my desk this morning. Now my printer is going crazy again (it was closest). The rest of the system bits seem to be working just fine (obviously, since I'm here and typing ). Can't even blame the cats; they were not in the room when I did it. Thank goodness, since the Bengals do so love to play in water.
It's a little overcast right now but the sun has been breaking through a little. Hope it comes out to cheer the final day of our long Thanksgiving weekend. I did pretty good with the eating yesterday, amazingly enough. My only nasty indulgence was too much stuffing. I managed to completely pass on the potatoes, gravy, and dessert.
Here's wishing all of you a wonderful day of doing all the good stuff. See you later. Don't forget to cuddle some cats -- it helps to reduce your blood-pressure.
He was a sight! He was an orange tabby, with a short, but dense coat and probably weighed 20 lbs or more (all muscle). I remember he was so much heavier than any of the other cats they had.
Good luck. 
. He's going to be HUGE. He weighs more than Mia already. I'm afraid of what will happen when he is fixed. The other is Cookie Dough, named by my 5yr old niece. He's a short haired yellow tabby who looks a lot like Tucker. He's timid and shy, but is coming out of his shell. He is very close to Missy and they are often found snuggling together in the beanbag chair, or in my dad's chair. Both boys love tormenting my parents' dog too - they run and jump at him, or swat at him as he walks by. I suppose that's what the dog gets for trying to herd them when they were babies 
Purrecious (my Avatar) was kind of her replacement.
Now my printer is going crazy again (it was closest). The rest of the system bits seem to be working just fine (obviously, since I'm here and typing 