when ms. blig and i lived in pittsburgh, a friend of ours took in a cat, and since he was studying arabic (as well as being in rotc), named it Mohammed ibn alqutt alkabir, which he told us meant Mohammad, Son of a Large Cat. He looked not unlike this little guy.
Unfortunately, Mohammed got out and ran away the week our friend was moving home, and despite frantic searching, could not be found.
Some weeks later, ms. blig and I were visiting his roommates and heard meowing in the alley by their apartment building. sure enough, it was Mohammed, somewhat skinnier but not much worse for wear.
So, we scooped him up, brought him home, fattened him up, and a month or so later, were able to drive across PA and reunite him with his owner.
Was there once, waiting in line at a blueberry pancake house of some sort, saw a kid beggggg his mom to put a quarter in the handy slot machine nearby, she gave him a lecture on how you never win and it's a scam, finally put a quarter in to prove it, and hit the jackpot.
it was a tearful reunion, to be sure. and hiding mohammed from our landlords (they lived on the first floor of the house, we lived on the third) was no mean feat - "why, of course we eat cat food - we're just poor college students"
Oh, dear: you would not want to visit my house! A rather large spider has spun a web in a ceiling corner and I leave her in peace to catch summer insects that have wandered inside.
My 14 y/o nephew has had it drilled in his head that you don't ever, ever say things to people about their appearance, intelligence, grades, economic status, etc. Thanks, Eileen.
Damn day shift this week!
So very sorry, BosGrl. I really am.
when ms. blig and i lived in pittsburgh, a friend of ours took in a cat, and since he was studying arabic (as well as being in rotc), named it Mohammed ibn alqutt alkabir, which he told us meant Mohammad, Son of a Large Cat. He looked not unlike this little guy.
Unfortunately, Mohammed got out and ran away the week our friend was moving home, and despite frantic searching, could not be found.
Some weeks later, ms. blig and I were visiting his roommates and heard meowing in the alley by their apartment building. sure enough, it was Mohammed, somewhat skinnier but not much worse for wear.
So, we scooped him up, brought him home, fattened him up, and a month or so later, were able to drive across PA and reunite him with his owner.
Was there once, waiting in line at a blueberry pancake house of some sort, saw a kid beggggg his mom to put a quarter in the handy slot machine nearby, she gave him a lecture on how you never win and it's a scam, finally put a quarter in to prove it, and hit the jackpot.
still, a pug can learn to not shit in the house. jury's out on trumpy.
I'm so glad that you found Mohammed! Poor kitty must have been so scared, he probably thought that your friend had abandoned him.
Why not both?
it was a tearful reunion, to be sure. and hiding mohammed from our landlords (they lived on the first floor of the house, we lived on the third) was no mean feat - "why, of course we eat cat food - we're just poor college students"
YES--he was real. Sadly, so is Twitler. Rather have Dick Trickle in the WH....
Like Watergate ! Yee haw !
Fancy, cat food;-)
Oh, dear: you would not want to visit my house! A rather large spider has spun a web in a ceiling corner and I leave her in peace to catch summer insects that have wandered inside.
we were poor, not savages.
My 14 y/o nephew has had it drilled in his head that you don't ever, ever say things to people about their appearance, intelligence, grades, economic status, etc. Thanks, Eileen.
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This approach would help in many ways. Everyone needs to ignore the man-baby, or, at least, yawn in his face.