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Kelly's Kitties

Here's some pix of my Kitties! Lars (Black) & Dee-Dee (mixed)

They've been in the album Forevah.

They keep me sane.

I love them so!

For anyone who mave not seen my clip of my one kitty flipping out for no reason here it is...

Lars Freak Out

Everytime I would move out of view and move back into his view, he would get mad...

I think it was the time he was mad I wouldn't let him outside.

He eats grass and then pukes it up. :confused

Awwww..... a kitty appreciation thread! :swoon:happy::cat:

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Plastic bags?

:laughing

Cute

DeeDee Likes to eat the puff-balls off of my ankle socks.

She carries my socks around like it's her baby....too cute.

I've taught her to play fetch with the puff balls.

Lars...he likes milk cap rings.

I haven't had to buy a cat "Toy" in forever....easily amuzed they are. :cat:

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I have two cats.

Clowney - my giant sized 7 toed pain in the ass food theif stinky bully howling demander of attention. Had him since he was a kitten. He pisses me off but he's family.

and Lilly - my beautiful teenie fluffy lover giver cuddler bird hunter game player walk across my keyboard and papers kitty who'm I adore.

But I'm a dog man at heart.

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I try to keep mine away from the plastic bags too......I am afraid of suffocation....but they love grocery day!

I think the grass thing.....dunno, mine do it too....they are supposed to have a little, maybe they get carried away.....or use it to rid themselves of hairballs.

I actually grew some of that cat grass but now I have nip in the yard, they are so happy!

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I love cats. sighing. we has 3 cats until our old land lord made us get rid of them. it was terrible because she sold our building and now we can have pets. so instead of cats we now have an all white husky with ice blue eyes. he can't exactly curl up in your lap and pur.

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I miss my kitties.

We got Bumper when I was nine, and Spike when I was thirteen. I'm almost twenty five... Bumper's getting really old, but my mom lives on a farm now, so he has plenty of room to roam about and enjoy his final years.

Scott's not a cat person, or I'd have one. Ichabod would LOVE a cat. :devil I work with a lady and her kids who run a pet rescue/sitting service out of their home, and she tries to talk me into giving a home to one or more of her various kitties every time I go over there. My dog really does get along with them exceptionally well, aside from the whole wanting to play all the damn time thing.

Ah well, maybe someday far far far down the road.

Besides, Ichabod is enough for me to have to handle right now anyway. But I love to visit with the cats who belong to other people.

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I have four. And they all have distinct personalities.

Trixie: 17lbs. of kitty cat fat. Loves to clean Wayne's goatee and eye boogers first thing in the morning. The matriarch of our house. If Trixie doesn't like you, you're outta here. Yet oddly, my son is still here.

Sunshine: Total bitch. Her name is a complete fucking lie. There is nothing warm and fuzzy about this cat. She's rail thin. An anorexic kitty with a real bad 'tude.

Dust Bunny: Sweet and demure. Can climb the ladder to my son's loft bed. And, she does it quite frequently. HATES being held, but demands to be petted and stroked. While doing this, she throws herself around like some punk at a concert. Then, she turns around and looks at you like she's innocent and you're nuts.

Marmalade: The only boy of the kitty clan. Waits until my alarm to go off so that he can stand directly on my bladder and purr. It's almost as if he's saying "Sure, I'm cute. But you had better get up and feed me, bitch!" This is increasingly evident when he stands on my nightstand, stares me in the eye (it's usually the only one I have open in the a.m. Sexy, I know), and knocks stuff off of said nightstand. He also loves to be cradled like a baby by Wayne and lie in my purse like I'm Paris Hilton and he's Tinkerbelle.

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Trixie: 17lbs. of kitty cat fat. Loves to clean Wayne's goatee and eye boogers first thing in the morning. (Ew!)

Sunshine: Total bitch. Her name is a complete fucking lie. There is nothing warm and fuzzy about this cat. She's rail thin. An anorexic kitty with a real bad 'tude. (sounds like my B/F from High school :blink )

Dust Bunny: Sweet and demure. Can climb the ladder to my son's loft bed. And, she does it quite frequently. HATES being held, but demands to be petted and stroked. While doing this, she throws herself around like some punk at a concert. Then, she turns around and looks at you like she's innocent and you're nuts. (Um, yah.....well, I have been known to demand petting, then act like a innocent punk too heh, I like this kitty!)

Marmalade: The only boy of the kitty clan. Waits until my alarm to go off so that he can stand directly on my bladder and purr. It's almost as if he's saying "Sure, I'm cute. But you had better get up and feed me, bitch!" This is increasingly evident when he stands on my nightstand, stares me in the eye (it's usually the only one I have open in the a.m. Sexy, I know), and knocks stuff off of said nightstand. (I have a friend who's cat IS her alarm clock, the strange thing is.....he is psychic! He knows what days she has off and doesn't wake her at 6am not only on the weekends but when she just takes a day off.....its......WEIRD!!! and cute, he licks her and sits on her chest until she gets up. Guess he knows where the gravy train starts and stops!!!)

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Fuc*ing love kitties. Of all sizes!!! Cats rule!

In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. The cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.

The mother tiger, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.

After checking with many other zoos across the country, there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only orphans" that could be found quickly, were a litter of weaner pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger

Would they become cubs or pork chops? Take a look ........ you won't believe your eyes!

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