ErichH
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Her name is Mismet. A cuddly 8 year old adopted cat.
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- Location
- Newcastle, NSW, Australia
- Name
- Sue
How true. Toby even has his own pillow.
- Location
- Newcastle, NSW, Australia
- Name
- Sue
- Location
- Northern New England
Another day, same great "kitty-dog". Late afternoon wine time. X Pro3, XF35 f1.4.
. . . David
. . . David
cichykot
Veteran
- Location
- Birkenhead UK
- Name
- robert
ErichH
Veteran
As does Mismet. The other two are using every pillow available. Except, for the most part, Mismet's pillow...
ErichH
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Mismet surveying the climate change
Strangely, as soon as the extremists of the miniscule Swedish environmentalist party, the Greens, put forward their plans for "combating climate change", with fifty billion yearly of money not belonging to them, weather has reverted back to "SSS", Swedish Standard Summer.
That is, cool, cloudy, and rainy...
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As always, reality plays NO part whatsoever in the plans of these extremist revolutionaries!
"Hail Greta, full of Bull!"
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cichykot
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- Location
- Birkenhead UK
- Name
- robert
tonyturley
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- Location
- Scott Depot, WV, USA
- Name
- Tony
I haven't had much inspiration or desire to get out for photography the past week or so. The 14 year old sweetie in the front got very sick very quickly, and we thought we had lost her. At first she didn't seem to be responding to treatment, but the past couple of days she has been much more active and eating well. She even came out of hiding and went and curled up for a long nap next to her older sister.
Needless to say, I've gotten very little sleep this week. I've only been out for a couple of brief bike rides of 30-40 minutes each. We've been here before with pets that have since passed on, and I tend to take it very personally when our fur babies are not well.
Needless to say, I've gotten very little sleep this week. I've only been out for a couple of brief bike rides of 30-40 minutes each. We've been here before with pets that have since passed on, and I tend to take it very personally when our fur babies are not well.
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ErichH
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I know exactly how you feel.
Best wishes for your friend!
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docfox
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- Location
- Hatfield, Pennsylvania, USA
tonyturley
Legend
- Location
- Scott Depot, WV, USA
- Name
- Tony
Thanks Erich.
docfox
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- Location
- Hatfield, Pennsylvania, USA
ErichH
Veteran
But who's the boss? My bet's on Mercedes.
Even if Bentley doesn't know it!
Females are much craftier than one normally gives them credit for. Goes for all species, I think.
Humans and felines, I'm definitely one hundred percent certain.
In my menagerie, it's definitely 8 year old tortie Mismet that's the boss.
Simba, 15 year old tom, just doesn't know that he's being owned. He's fully convinced that he's the top dog (pardon the you know what).
Same goes for myself. Only I often don't realize it until well after the contract has been signed and notarized. This even in spite of me being hip to their game.
Probably, on a subconscious level, I enjoy being manipulated.
This is also the reason why I think this latter day gender equality craze is a dud game for the fairer sex. Personally I would not willingly give up my ace in the hole for some cheap rhetorical points in return.
Ruling behind the scenes, and accepting no responsibility for possible negative fallout, seems so much more attractive to me. Oh, well...
Maybe I just don't get it. Probably I just don't get it. Obviously I just don't get it.
Proving this point is the fact that even a tomcat is a lot smarter than I.
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docfox
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- Location
- Hatfield, Pennsylvania, USA
ErichH, you're spot on! Mercedes is clearly the top-cat. Though she is only 1/3 of Bentley's weight, she is younger, clearly smarter, more athletic, inquisitive and aggressive. When they engage in mock combat, she holds her own in toe-to-toe (claw-to-claw?) debate and then tactically out-maneuvers the bigger guy.
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cichykot
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- Location
- Birkenhead UK
- Name
- robert
tonyturley
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- Location
- Scott Depot, WV, USA
- Name
- Tony
I know I'm baring my feelings to a group of people I've never met, but my heart is absolutely crushed right now. I feel as if a giant hole has opened in my chest and is sucking me in. Unless the vet gives us reason to hope this morning, we will be saying goodbye to our precious 14 year old Tasha. It turns out she has been sick for a lot longer than I thought, but since she was still eating, playing, and socializing, I just didn't see it . . . or maybe I was in denial and didn't want to see it. I don't know.
After she started showing signs of being really sick week before last, we've been furiously working to get her better. I had hope Thursday and Friday, when she ate 11 small meals in a two day span. But Saturday she only ate once, and yesterday I was able to get her to eat twice. She was awake at 2:30 AM today, crying over and over to be let into the back yard, a place she has always loved. We don't allow the pets out there without one of us present, and I'd never let her out at night, out of concern for predators, and that she might be so sick she'd leap the fence and disappear into the woods. Even as sick as she's been, she still has impressive leaping ability. Although it is not good for her, I gave her a couple tablespoons of milk early this morning. It seems to be the only thing that satisfies and calms her.
I've slept very, very little recently. I think I am operating by sheer force of will, just trying to keep my mind busy. We've been through the illness and death of other pets, and I'll get through this, but right now I just feel like all of the joy has been sucked from my existence. Those of you with pets will understand.
Here are a few photos. The first is Tasha in much better times. Playful, ornery at times, curious, and you can just see that sweet personality in her face.
Tasha as a kitten.
Tasha and Oliver could be real rivals at times, but when it came to nap time, they often curled up together on a chair, a bed, or the back of the sofa.
Tasha and Gerta, who passed away on Martin Luther King Day 2015.
Katie, Tasha, and Molly. Katie passed away 8 years ago this July, from the same renal failure that has overcome Tasha. Katie was a bit over 20 years old. Tasha is 14. Molly, 16 years old, is still active and feisty as ever. A recent blood screening on her showed no signs of illness.
A couple of Molly and Tasha when Tasha was just a kitten. She and Molly used to be really close, but that changed as Tasha reached adulthood. They were both jealous over me, often wanting on my lap when the other was already curled up there. Odd though, over the past year or two I've sometimes seen them curled up together on the love seat in the previous image, and they would sometimes go out that far kitchen door above to our elevated screened porch and both curl up for a nap.
Finally, an image I call "Our Girls", with Molly, Katie, Gerta, and Tasha sacked out on the screened porch. For some reason, they loved it out there when it was hot outside.
If you have followed this far, thanks for your patience. I don't have much hope that the vet is going to give us any good news. I think I have been grieving Tasha for about 10 days now, desperately clinging to any sign that she was getting better, sinking into despair when she went the other way. Even yesterday, she went into the back yard with me and our other pets, and several times came and snuggled into my lap. The house - and my soul - already feel much emptier. We are both going to miss that sweet baby.
After she started showing signs of being really sick week before last, we've been furiously working to get her better. I had hope Thursday and Friday, when she ate 11 small meals in a two day span. But Saturday she only ate once, and yesterday I was able to get her to eat twice. She was awake at 2:30 AM today, crying over and over to be let into the back yard, a place she has always loved. We don't allow the pets out there without one of us present, and I'd never let her out at night, out of concern for predators, and that she might be so sick she'd leap the fence and disappear into the woods. Even as sick as she's been, she still has impressive leaping ability. Although it is not good for her, I gave her a couple tablespoons of milk early this morning. It seems to be the only thing that satisfies and calms her.
I've slept very, very little recently. I think I am operating by sheer force of will, just trying to keep my mind busy. We've been through the illness and death of other pets, and I'll get through this, but right now I just feel like all of the joy has been sucked from my existence. Those of you with pets will understand.
Here are a few photos. The first is Tasha in much better times. Playful, ornery at times, curious, and you can just see that sweet personality in her face.
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Tasha as a kitten.
Tasha and Oliver could be real rivals at times, but when it came to nap time, they often curled up together on a chair, a bed, or the back of the sofa.
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Tasha and Gerta, who passed away on Martin Luther King Day 2015.
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Katie, Tasha, and Molly. Katie passed away 8 years ago this July, from the same renal failure that has overcome Tasha. Katie was a bit over 20 years old. Tasha is 14. Molly, 16 years old, is still active and feisty as ever. A recent blood screening on her showed no signs of illness.
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A couple of Molly and Tasha when Tasha was just a kitten. She and Molly used to be really close, but that changed as Tasha reached adulthood. They were both jealous over me, often wanting on my lap when the other was already curled up there. Odd though, over the past year or two I've sometimes seen them curled up together on the love seat in the previous image, and they would sometimes go out that far kitchen door above to our elevated screened porch and both curl up for a nap.
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Finally, an image I call "Our Girls", with Molly, Katie, Gerta, and Tasha sacked out on the screened porch. For some reason, they loved it out there when it was hot outside.
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If you have followed this far, thanks for your patience. I don't have much hope that the vet is going to give us any good news. I think I have been grieving Tasha for about 10 days now, desperately clinging to any sign that she was getting better, sinking into despair when she went the other way. Even yesterday, she went into the back yard with me and our other pets, and several times came and snuggled into my lap. The house - and my soul - already feel much emptier. We are both going to miss that sweet baby.
tonyturley
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- Location
- Scott Depot, WV, USA
- Name
- Tony
I forgot to add in my above post, Tasha was an abandoned kitten we rescued when my son found her along the road that runs behind our subdivision, where she was trying to eat snack crackers that had been thrown from a car window. She was filthy and smelled bad, and so tiny she almost fit in my hand. I'm amazed she didn't fall prey to a dog or the big hawks we see around here. We cleaned her up and got her to a vet, and she has been a cherished member of our family ever since.
cichykot
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- Location
- Birkenhead UK
- Name
- robert
@tonyturley
I'm so sorry about that...
I'm so sorry about that...
ErichH
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She reminds me so much of Kismet. The one thing I am sure of is that Tasha has had a good life. And I do really hope that she pulls back from the brink, against hope. Tearing up as I write this...
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Kismet the Cat photographed on Thursday, October 9th, 2008 1:11 pm
Born 1998. Went to sleep on December 11th, 2009. Much too early, after a long struggle with an immune deficiency disease.
I love her and miss her...❤❤❤
