Guest guest Posted November 19, 2007 Report Share Posted November 19, 2007 That is SO funny, Anne! "screeches and fast footsteps"!!!! ROFLMHO This email is a natural hand made product. The slight variations in spelling and grammar enhance its individual character and beauty and in no way are to be considered flaws or defects. dog/children commands My cousin has a Ph. D, in psychology and teaches at the university level. However, when it comes to animals he is impossible - a total woose. Years ago he would bring Portia (big black ornery black cat) over in her kennel at 7:30 am to go to the vet. It was always the same thing - he was a mess - the door bell would ring - I would open the door and the screen door - he would shove the crate at me = say "here" and run for the car. I would take Portia to the vet for what ever was needed - vet appointment - shots - vacation stay. Portia hated the vet. The first time I went to pick her up I politely asked if they wanted me to get her. Oh no they could handle it. I tried not to snicker too loudly. I heard screeches and fast footsteps coming toward me. I had to try to keep a straight face. Could I come get Portia in her crate? I went back and put her crate on my left as high as the cage she was in. She was already growling. I opened the door on it. I told her in my Mom voice - you know the one - you are on my last nerve - do it now or I will kill you - We are going home to Dad - now Portia. I open the big cage with my left hand - scooped her up by the scruff of her neck with my right - pivoted on my left foot - pushed her into her crate - she protested all the way - I shut her crate door with my left hand. The girls were in shock - they couldn't even get near her - she was in her panther/ lion mode and wouldn't let anyone near her. Of course they were afraid of her and she knew it. They asked me how I did that - I stopped and had to think a minute. I just laughed and said I have 2 sons and 2 nephews. I am one of 28 cousins and I am number 3 - sort of like a drill sergeant - you don't take no when you want something done. After we got in the car I been down to the cage and told Portia to knock it off - she didn't fool me - we were going home to Dad and she could fool him. All the way across town she patted my thigh as if to say I'm sorry - I didn't mean to fuss. Little shite - I do miss her Be a better pen pal. Text or chat with friends inside Yahoo! Mail. See how. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 19, 2007 Report Share Posted November 19, 2007 Sweet little kitty. I've had a few like that. LOL This email is a natural hand made product. The slight variations in spelling and grammar enhance its individual character and beauty and in no way are to be considered flaws or defects. dog/children commands My cousin has a Ph. D, in psychology and teaches at the university level. However, when it comes to animals he is impossible - a total woose. Years ago he would bring Portia (big black ornery black cat) over in her kennel at 7:30 am to go to the vet. It was always the same thing - he was a mess - the door bell would ring - I would open the door and the screen door - he would shove the crate at me = say "here" and run for the car. I would take Portia to the vet for what ever was needed - vet appointment - shots - vacation stay. Portia hated the vet. The first time I went to pick her up I politely asked if they wanted me to get her. Oh no they could handle it. I tried not to snicker too loudly. I heard screeches and fast footsteps coming toward me. I had to try to keep a straight face. Could I come get Portia in her crate? I went back and put her crate on my left as high as the cage she was in. She was already growling. I opened the door on it. I told her in my Mom voice - you know the one - you are on my last nerve - do it now or I will kill you - We are going home to Dad - now Portia. I open the big cage with my left hand - scooped her up by the scruff of her neck with my right - pivoted on my left foot - pushed her into her crate - she protested all the way - I shut her crate door with my left hand. The girls were in shock - they couldn't even get near her - she was in her panther/ lion mode and wouldn't let anyone near her. Of course they were afraid of her and she knew it. They asked me how I did that - I stopped and had to think a minute. I just laughed and said I have 2 sons and 2 nephews. I am one of 28 cousins and I am number 3 - sort of like a drill sergeant - you don't take no when you want something done. After we got in the car I been down to the cage and told Portia to knock it off - she didn't fool me - we were going home to Dad and she could fool him. All the way across town she patted my thigh as if to say I'm sorry - I didn't mean to fuss. Little shite - I do miss her Be a better pen pal. Text or chat with friends inside Yahoo! Mail. See how. Be a better pen pal. Text or chat with friends inside Yahoo! Mail. See how. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 19, 2007 Report Share Posted November 19, 2007 Cat squalled - staff ran in self defense dog/children commands My cousin has a Ph. D, in psychology and teaches at the university level. However, when it comes to animals he is impossible - a total woose. Years ago he would bring Portia (big black ornery black cat) over in her kennel at 7:30 am to go to the vet. It was always the same thing - he was a mess - the door bell would ring - I would open the door and the screen door - he would shove the crate at me = say "here" and run for the car. I would take Portia to the vet for what ever was needed - vet appointment - shots - vacation stay. Portia hated the vet. The first time I went to pick her up I politely asked if they wanted me to get her. Oh no they could handle it. I tried not to snicker too loudly. I heard screeches and fast footsteps coming toward me. I had to try to keep a straight face. Could I come get Portia in her crate? I went back and put her crate on my left as high as the cage she was in. She was already growling. I opened the door on it. I told her in my Mom voice - you know the one - you are on my last nerve - do it now or I will kill you - We are going home to Dad - now Portia. I open the big cage with my left hand - scooped her up by the scruff of her neck with my right - pivoted on my left foot - pushed her into her crate - she protested all the way - I shut her crate door with my left hand. The girls were in shock - they couldn't even get near her - she was in her panther/ lion mode and wouldn't let anyone near her. Of course they were afraid of her and she knew it. They asked me how I did that - I stopped and had to think a minute. I just laughed and said I have 2 sons and 2 nephews. I am one of 28 cousins and I am number 3 - sort of like a drill sergeant - you don't take no when you want something done. After we got in the car I been down to the cage and told Portia to knock it off - she didn't fool me - we were going home to Dad and she could fool him. All the way across town she patted my thigh as if to say I'm sorry - I didn't mean to fuss. Little shite - I do miss her Be a better pen pal. Text or chat with friends inside Yahoo! Mail. See how. No virus found in this incoming message.Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.503 / Virus Database: 269.16.0/1136 - Release Date: 11/17/2007 2:55 PM Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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