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Fritz
Social climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Jun 14, 2017 - 10:13am PT
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Twisted Crank?? Were you using cat or human vocabulary?
Harley (the cat) is not a lap cat, but every now & then he demands some lap time. He gave me cat-lappery in two different places on Sunday evening Sometimes, he's even usefull.
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Mei
Trad climber
mxi2000.net
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Jun 14, 2017 - 04:24pm PT
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Yaaaay, my favorite thread!!!
One night, I finally put my book down feeling sleepy and found myself solidly pinned down with me in my sitting position. They look so peaceful when they are sound asleep making the gentlest snore sounds. Would it make me an evil person if I disturbed three peace angels?
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Jun 14, 2017 - 08:21pm PT
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Keeping you nice and warm, Mei!!!!
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Fritz
Social climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Jun 14, 2017 - 09:19pm PT
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Mei! What a fun cat-lappery photo. It's tough when they pin you with cat-love. In my case, I whinned to Heidi for more wine & eventually Harley (the cat) left to go to his food bowl.
What a relief!
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Mei
Trad climber
mxi2000.net
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Jun 15, 2017 - 11:04am PT
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Thanks, Mike, Steve, and Fritz! Yes, in this household, kicking a resting cat off of lap is considered a cold-hearted act and usually frowned upon. I have been trained to remember to bring everything I might need, such as food, water, laptop, phone, remote, and book, to within my arm's length before kicking out on a couch or in bed, in preparation for a potential long haul. If I remember, I also try to grab a Trader Joe's cat treat bottle because rattling the bottle to arouse lap cats is considered acceptable, and of course their unfortunate disturbance is compensated with cat treats. Occasionally, I forget and find myself in a regrettable predicament.
There are days I wish my legs were longer, and it's not for climbing reachy routes!
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plund
Social climber
OD, MN
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Jun 15, 2017 - 11:47am PT
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Tami...your harly Scooter looks like the twin of my buddy Horton -- same color scheme & pattern but with a 'beauty mark' in buff just to the right of his snoot.
I'm digitally challenged or I'd post a pic.
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Jul 20, 2017 - 03:31pm PT
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We just said goodbye to Rolo Podmarsh, ESQ this afternoon
It was time but I still wanted to hold on a little longer.
Buried him next to his cousin Cleo in a secluded, shady spot in my parents backyard surrounded by a pine tree, a bed of astilbes and ligularias, and an elderberry bush.
I sure do miss little Tiggy Cat (one of his crazy nicknames)
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Jul 20, 2017 - 03:54pm PT
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Good ol Rolo ... He was a sweetie.
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Ghost
climber
A long way from where I started
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Jul 20, 2017 - 06:49pm PT
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I'll toast Rolo tonight, and shed some tears for you Anita.
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Jul 20, 2017 - 06:59pm PT
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Thanks guys from both of us.
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Fritz
Social climber
Choss Creek, ID
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Jul 20, 2017 - 07:59pm PT
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Anita! My condolences to you, the family, & friends of your cat Rolo Podmarsh, ESQ, aka little Tiggy Cat.
It's so sad when our furry little buddies pass.
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Hardly Visible
Social climber
Llatikcuf WA
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Jul 21, 2017 - 09:14am PT
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Anita,
So sorry to hear about Rolo Podmarsh, ESQ, aka little Tiggy Cat.
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'Pass the Pitons' Pete
Big Wall climber
like Ontario, Canada, eh?
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Jul 21, 2017 - 10:35am PT
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Hard to believe it's the same cat. Here's Rolo in 2007
Thanks everyone for your kind words. A very sad day here...
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Jul 21, 2017 - 02:49pm PT
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Anita and Pete.
My sympathies to you on the loss of Rolo. It hurts so bad.
But remember the wonderful times you had with him.
So sorry.
Steve
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Mei
Trad climber
mxi2000.net
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Jul 21, 2017 - 03:09pm PT
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Rolo will live on in your hearts, Anita and PTPP! Thanks for sharing him with us.
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Jul 24, 2017 - 02:00pm PT
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Years saw me still Acasto’s mansion grace,
The gentlest, fondest of the tabby race;
Before him frisking through the garden glade,
Or at his feet in quiet slumber laid;
Praised for my glossy back of zebra streak,
And wreaths of jet encircling round my neck;
Soft paws that ne’er extend the clawing nail,
The snowy whisker and the sinuous tail;
Now feeble age each glazing eyeball dims,
And pain has stiffened these once supple limbs;
Fate of eight lives the forfeit gasp obtains,
And e’en the ninth creeps languid through my veins.
Much sure of good the future has in store,
When on my master’s hearth I bask no more,
In those blest climes, where fishes oft forsake
The winding river and the glassy lake;
There, as our silent-footed race behold
The crimson spots and fins of lucid gold,
Venturing without the shielding waves to play,
They gasp on shelving banks, our easy prey:
While birds unwinged hop careless o’er the ground,
And the plump mouse incessant trots around,
Near wells of cream that mortals never skim,
Warm marum creeping round their shallow brim;
Where green valerian tufts, luxuriant spread,
Cleanse the sleek hide and form the fragrant bed.
Yet, stern dispenser of the final blow,
Before thou lay’st an aged grimalkin low,
Bend to his last request a gracious ear,
Some days, some few short days, to linger here;
So to the guardian of her tabby’s weal
Shall softest purrs these tender truths reveal:
‘Ne’er shall thy now expiring puss forget
To thy kind care his long-enduring debt,
Nor shall the joys that painless realms decree
Efface the comforts once bestowed by thee;
To countless mice thy chicken-bones preferred,
Thy toast to golden fish and wingless bird;
O’er marum borders and valerian bed
Thy Rolo shall bend his moping head,
Sigh that no more he climbs, with grateful glee,
Thy downy sofa and thy cradling knee;
Nay, e’en at founts of cream shall sullen swear,
Since thou, his more loved master, art not there.’
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SteveW
Trad climber
The state of confusion
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Jul 24, 2017 - 08:36pm PT
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Pete, Anita, it's been posted before. . .
So this is where we part, my friend,
And you'll run on, around the bend.
Gone from sight, but not from mind.
New pleasures there you'll find.
I will go on. I'll find the strength.
Life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave.
Share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true.
But they be they, and they aren't you.
And I fair, impartial, or so I thought,
Will remember well all you've taught.
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed.
The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
Take with you this. . .I loved you best.
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Hardly Visible
Social climber
Llatikcuf WA
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Jul 24, 2017 - 09:44pm PT
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I too lost a beloved feline companion just a few months ago and I miss her a lot and probably always will. However, I am not so eloquent with words as you are Anita, but I think I am getting pretty fair with colored pencils so pulling myself out of the funk I finally got inspired enough to finished this drawing of Sophie cuddled under the sheets.
I feel Pete’s and your pain take care my friends.
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nah000
climber
now/here
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as i don't have any good climbing stories... and a steady diet of politics, an old curmudgeon makes... here's a seventh inning palate cleanser...
back to school photos of las dos gatas:
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anita514
Gym climber
Great White North
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Miss you, Tigus Andronicus
Thanks for all the kind words, everyone.
Oliver has been complaining a lot lately, looking for his buddy. He sits in the living room and just waits.
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