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Debadoo

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Just 2 days after Kadly's died.
:( ((((((((Kadly)))))))) sorry hun.

Not to me, some like the cornbread pancakes, but not me.
:giggle:

I have to admit I let some stress get the best of me
it happens. I've been meaning to ask how your Easter was. Hope everything went great!! I love me some cornbread if it's done in a CI skillet. Really love cowboy cornbread. Creamed corn (which I hate, except in this cuz it's not snotty), bacon, jalapenos, green onion, garlic, cilantro, trying to remember if there is anything else. All that goes in the cornbread batter, then bake.
 

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Lannie and Richs cat passed away at 18 years old, very sad and thoughts are with them both, pets become such a big part of the family.
Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:

In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

pj1-jpg.80184
pj2-jpg.80185


pj3-jpg.80186
pj4-jpg.80187


PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

pj5-jpg.80188
pj6-jpg.80189


Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
 

Debadoo

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Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:

In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

pj1-jpg.80184
pj2-jpg.80185


pj3-jpg.80186
pj4-jpg.80187


PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

pj5-jpg.80188
pj6-jpg.80189


Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
(((((Rich and Lannie)))))))) he was absolutely an adorable kitten! Beautiful cat, but I'm so allergic to long hairs. I'm glad for him that you were with him.
 

Atchafalaya

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:( ((((((((Kadly)))))))) sorry hun.


:giggle:


it happens. I've been meaning to ask how your Easter was. Hope everything went great!! I love me some cornbread if it's done in a CI skillet. Really love cowboy cornbread. Creamed corn (which I hate, except in this cuz it's not snotty), bacon, jalapenos, green onion, garlic, cilantro, trying to remember if there is anything else. All that goes in the cornbread batter, then bake.
It was good but it wiped me out
 

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Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:

In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

pj1-jpg.80184
pj2-jpg.80185


pj3-jpg.80186
pj4-jpg.80187


PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

pj5-jpg.80188
pj6-jpg.80189


Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
What a beautiful post that was, really touching and heart felt.
Sorry for your loss

Thanks. Mentioned it over in the other thread but not here. But it was for the best really. I know how Lannie and Rich are feeling though.
:hug:@Lannie and @Draconigena
Sorry for your loss too Kadly
 

Atchafalaya

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Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:

In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

pj1-jpg.80184
pj2-jpg.80185


pj3-jpg.80186
pj4-jpg.80187


PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

pj5-jpg.80188
pj6-jpg.80189


Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
He was beautiful Rich. I'm sorry for your loss.
 

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Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:

In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)

PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.

pj1-jpg.80184
pj2-jpg.80185


pj3-jpg.80186
pj4-jpg.80187


PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.

pj5-jpg.80188
pj6-jpg.80189


Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.

A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.

This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.

Beautiful post! Sorry for both your loss, Dracogenia and Lannie! Great pics and thanks for sharing!

Again sorry for your loss as well Kad! I hope everything went as well as it could have.

:sadpanda:
He doesn't start until half past.
How was the match?

oh kewl! See ya at the pool!

;) You know it! :D

that's ok, you will be :D It'll sneak up on ya when ya least expect it :p

All in good time....all in good time :D
 

Debadoo

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Howdy Deb! :hug:

No need to swipe that one, that little guy can be found right in the stock smilies for this site ;):giggle:
It is a cute little guy though! :D
Woopsy.

I've got a horrible case of hiccups......they just will not go away. Usually I can git rid of em by holding my breath.
Also Deb, so can a bunch of other cute animals, if you know where to look...:bunny1::beaver::lynx::crab::frog::squirrel::mouse::moose::alligator::penguin::tiger:
Jup thanks. I knew about em, just always forget about em
 

Darth Omerta

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Howdy Darth! It's Friday night so it's all great! Until Monday morning comes along anyway.

Only song I can think of with Friday in it...have a case of the after work stupids

likely story......ya coulda said the moose yanno lol
Moose is delicious...but then again...ahhh nevermind...I'll quit while Im ahead :giggle:
 

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