Posted on 01/12/2006 8:39:35 AM PST by dhls
Thanks, Es! My birthday was yesterday.
Good night, IT.
Sorry, Tulip. I was a little out of it yesterday.
We're not very well organized. It's amazing we even got off the ground, er, ocean.
A belated Happy Birthday to you. You did get older anyway, didn't you? I'm sure that's a consolation.
Thanks, Bob. I only turned a day older on my birthday. The difference is now I have to say I'm 30 instead of 29. :-)
LOL!
(And look! You got 444!!!)
A 24 pound kitty laying in the middle of your back and extremities makes you look like a pretzel afterwards.
Pretend I was on time, and next time i will. :)
Hi, Darks!
I'm still fighting the migraine, but while I was doing so, I turned off all the lights, and had the TV turned LOW, and I curled up on the sofa, and sorta "listened" to the TV...
Before I had time to get comfy, Calvin was on my left hip and Hobbes was curled up under my chin...I felt like a frozen pretzel...
Hi, Es!
I really did miss you, Girl.
A day is not a good day unless I see you online. I'm SERIES!
LOL, kinked up back, kricked legs, stiff neck..
Yes, kotties love making their humans become flesh pretzels..
LOL! Okay. :-)
Calvin is particularly adept at that. I cannot get away from him on the bed. He seems to have a heat-seeking unit in his head, and finds the warmest part of me (the question mark my body makes on the bed) and sticks to me, no matter what I try to do to avoid him.
He's not interested in the small of my back. Hobbes, however, will "snuggle" there. (Hobbes The Snob) Until I move. And then she wants nothing to do with me. Calvin, however, tries to find unique ways to attach himself to me.
I suspect he has a type of Velcro that Man has not yet invented...
How come trolls can never spell?
It's OK, Es. If I were sick, I would like you for a sister, because I know you would love me back to health...
Do what you need to, and check in when you can.
*hugs*
Feline Velcrotitus.
A disease/affliction unique to some felines.
They stay affixed to portions of ones person regardless of ones movement.
There is no known cure, but one can distract them with catnip maybe.
Kearen likes to crush, fold, bend, spindle, and mutilate my legs, and then works her way up.
I said "unnnngh, "oooph", "ouch", "Cripes", and "OMG!"
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