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[Gravdigr]

Originally Posted by infinite monkey

I can't imagine 'buying' a cat.

Word.

[Sundae]

Originally Posted by infinite monkey

I can't imagine 'buying' a cat. Still...those are great.

Originally Posted by Gravdigr

Word.

I get you completely. This is what I thought before I tried to adopt a cat when I lived on a main road in Leicester. Now this was a while back (I documented it on here I think) but the charities assessed me as only being suitable for having house cats and none of them had house cats to adopt.

So although I technically "bought" my boys, I also adopted them and rescued them. Diz was over a year and Dylan was 9 months. There was a significant discount compared to buying Singa kittens.

Y'all probably know I lost Dylan. And I mean he really meant missing, it's not a euphemism. That's the real downside of healthy pedigree cats. I still dream about him now.

I couldn't afford a Singa now, kitten or older. But if I had my 'druthers I would have another when Diz dies. The temprement breeds true (excepting cat-friendly which Dyl had and Diz doesn't - in spades!).
My word I love having such an attentive, intelligent, human-centric cat.

As it goes I probably won't even get a moggie. Not fair with an unsure future.

[Gravdigr]

Last pic of Sassy.



My next door neighbor, no not that one, the one on the other side, the one who has shared our property line for ~forty years came up to Momdigr a few weeks ago, asking if he "could let this loose in your yard?" He had a possum in a live-trap. Said something has been shitting in his boat shed. He asked if "that little white cat" belonged to us. Momdigr told him that, yes, they were feeding the cat, they were keeping the cat, and detailed to him how it took forever working hard w/Sassy to get to touch/pet her, and told him we would try to keep her at home. That night was the last we've seen of her.

This aggression will not stand.

I've since told the cocksucker man that he had pretty much destroyed any goodwill/good neighbor points he had with me, even though I didn't particularly like the damn cat.

I left him a pile of my shit on a plate on the hood of his truck. Every night I come in after 10 pm, I make it a point to park the Jeep right outside his bedroom window and rev the motor just a little...after forty years or so, I happen to know he can't sleep for shit, and every little thing wakes him up. He came to borrow a hoe from Popdigr, Popdigr wasn't home, I told him he was SOL (Shit Outta Luck). "He let's me use it all the time", he moaned. I told to come back when Popdigr was home.

This shit will continue until one of us dies, or moves.

He's in his 70s, and I ain't moving.

He has been told, plainly, to keep his hands off the black kitty.

The bastard.