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| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ shakingthetree ]
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12:39p |
Happy Hanukkah, Puck.
Dear Puck: Please do not ever, ever, ever get so close to the menorah again. Thanks. -Suzanne and Andrew |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ nimuejohn ]
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6:54p |
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note_to_cat
[ multi_facets ]
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7:12p |
Dear Kravitz: I was not pleased by the early morning howling. If you keep going back to that old habit, I WILL turn you into a feline Frisbee. Especially if you persistently wake me three times before your breakfast time. You're not very aerodynamic; I doubt you'll be pleased by being tossed across the room with a loud hiss following you. = The one dishing out the gooshyfood. (Note to Catters: Of course I wouldn't really turn Kravitz into a Frisbee, but the thought of him spiraling spread-eagle horizontally through the air makes me laugh and feel less inclined to be mad.) |
note_to_cat
[ mintdragonfly ]
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12:14p |
Dear Cat
Dear Nora, I would like to personally thank you for keeping me up all night by scratching the furniture, knocking things over, playing in the trash, and generally being a loud annoyance. It is extremely helpful for me to be awoken every 15 minutes, and never allowing me to enter REM sleep, especially the night before a final exam. I wanted to show my vast appreciation by throwing you out the window, but I didn't think your daddy would approve of me spoiling you so. Love always. |
note_to_cat
[ nightengale ]
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8:50a |
Dear Brayface.
Darling, sweetheart, apple of my eye, my little darling girl: IF I WANTED TO WIPE BUTTS I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN INFANT. And when I DO have to carry you back into the bathroom and wipe your dumb long-furred ass for you, don't act like you're pissed at ME. You're the one who drooled poo all over your own ass. And somehow, the fact that it's probably the fault of the new fuud doesn't make me feel any better. You're cleaning yourself now, so at least you've got the right idea, but you better not expect any kisses from me on your little cute mouth for a while. D: I love you, but next time, you're getting your assfur trimmed. I swear. |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ ragdollgirl ]
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11:50p |
I miss you, Jonesy.
Jonesy-- I promise I won't make this a long letter....I just want you to know that it's been almost three years since you left for Rainbow Ridge, and even though I've adopted Chipper, S.A.M (small ass menace) and Jacque, I have never forgotten you. How could I? You sauntered into my life back in 1996 with luminous green eyes, freckled nose, a snub tail, and a purr and a curiosity about hoomans that refused to quit. You were a "consolation" gift from an asshole of an ex-boyfriend whose only redeeming trait is that he had used his one good brain cell to give you to me. You loved me through that nightmare of a relationship, college and graduate school, several moves,the death of your hooman daddy, and other life-altering events. No matter what, you were always there for me, and you never wavered in your devotion for me. To say that I was inconsolable when you died due to poisoned cat food is an understatement. To this day, I look for you, and when I see a cat that resembles you, it's all I can do to keep from crying...and you and I both know I don't cry. So yeah... I guess Hanukkah has me melancholy for your soft purr--you loved it so--the lighting of the menorah, the songs, the drediel and roast chicken...that was your fave--you'd meow and purr until I gave in...ever since you've been gone, I've not celebrated until this year...and even though it was cool to do it again, it was bittersweet because you weren't here...but in Heaven. To end this...I love you. I miss you. I may own or be owned by other furkids, but NONE of them will EVER top you..this I promise you. Happy Holidays, and say hello to my other furkids and my friends that went before me... Love always, Mama Beth Current Mood:  melancholyCurrent Music: the whirr of the computer |
note_to_cat
[ ratbob_zu ]
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11:22p |
My note to Maxi is: Like all of your species, you never cease to amaze me with the depths of your personality.
I feel so very grateful that you've agreed to be my friend. I know that at times I can be distracted by other things in my life, but I rarely catch you giving me your: "How can you be so stupid look." I look forward to many years to come with you at my side. The joy always tempered by the thought that, God willing, I'll be there for you at the end. It's a small price to pay for the love you show me whenever it suits your purpose. Now go and catch us a mouse!
Maxi's Story (at least the part that I know): I rescued Maxi from an abusive situation. She and another cat, Rocky, were residents at a halfway house where I was a client earlier this year. Once again I found myself putting my drug-ravaged life back together.
Some of the other clients had that twist that causes people to consider cats to be somehow less than a living, feeling, being. Rocky's way of coping with this abuse was to attack anyone foolish enough to come within range or sneak into their room when no one was looking and piss on their beds. He had a corner where he hid during the day, coming out only when he felt safe, or when hunger compelled. Rocky found a home where he can be Rocky and last I heard was doing well.
Maxi, on the other hand, craved human companionship. Seemingly without concern for her own physical safety, she repeatedly approached her human housemates, not knowing whether she'd be greeted with a caress or a kick. The breaking point came for me the day that some douchebag called her to him, picked her up and saying: "Here! Catch!" tossed this gentle creature to the man across the room. At that point I stepped in, snatched Maxi away and told the sick fucks that they'd have to go through me to torment Maxi again.
She's been with me ever since.
Current Mood:  grateful |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ megalobunniacal ]
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12:23p |
Herk the Halls
Dear Baby, You are bulimic. I've accepted the fact that no matter what tummy-friendly food I give you, you will find a way to herk it up. I know you do this on purpose. I know because of how carefully you calculate the placement of these early morning surprises. Right in front of the changing table. I forgot to clean it up because I had a night-filled diaper to change, and that was what was on the top of my mind when I stepped in it. I was wearing slippers. So I didn't notice for something approaching an hour, at which point I had looked down and noticed that there were little dried bits of herk by the sofa. "Oh, someone must have stepped in..." followed by the realization that the only one walking here was me. The underside of my slipper is coated. There are spillings in the bathroom, the kitchen, and the hall. I guess I couldn't keep sidestepping your gifts forever. Love & Kisses. PS - I've seen the way you eyeball my human-kitten. He is not a stuff animal. You're not allowed to massage him. |
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[ uniswift87 ]
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7:33a |
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note_to_cat
[ kharma2815 ]
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12:03p |
Dear Max
I'm so sorry for what happened to you yesterday. If I had known you were that ill I would have tried harder to get you into a carrier and to the vet. I'll miss you, baby boy. I know life was never easy for you but I tried my hardest to take good care of you and make you feel loved and secure. I guess my best just wasn't good enough. I can only take comfort in the fact that you're in a far better and happier place now. Make sure to tell Fidge to take good care of you, I'm sure he's on the other side of the bridge waiting for you. Loving you and missing you always, Mama Current Mood:  distressed |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ mouseam ]
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6:28p |
I know vet appointments are scary. . . . .
Dear Bruiser, Bud, it seems you have started limping again. Which means, another possible trip to the vet. If you do have to go back to the vet, can you please do me a favor? Just let the doctor examine you, that's all I ask. I know you are a very stubborn kitty, and don't like being told what to do, but that's no reason to throw a hissy fit. If you let don't the doctor examine you, and let her know what hurts, she can't help you, and you don't really want to limp all around! I don't like seeing you in the blinders and I know you don't like it, so if you are the little angel you normally are, you won't have to! On another note, I love that you have been so affectionate lately and the fact you have been coming out of your shell a bit more. I love you, my handsome man. Love, Momma Current Mood:  calm |
note_to_cat
[ silverthorne ]
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8:00p |
Remember me?
Hey Foot and Ula (AKA: fuzzybutts): I'll be home tomorrow. I've missed you. I hope you've missed me, too (but not so much that you left me any...um...presents). Your caretakers tell me you're still hiding under the beds, but the food and water is gone when they check on you. I'm glad you were eating and drinking...hopefully you'll feel you don't have to hide anymore once I get there. Love you both! See you tomorrow night. Love, your wayward Mom. |
note_to_cat
[ mageru ]
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6:08p |
Dear Rocco
I know how much you love lobster, I really do. But there is none left in the fridge! Please stop trying to get into the fridge whenever I open it. Love, Mommy |
note_to_cat
[ prototype_axl ]
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3:00p |
Dear Sweetie
I know I normally give you some food before I go to bed. Instead, I gave you a can of cat food that would last until the next day. For some reason, you thought that you still had more food coming. That does not give you the right to wake me up at 1AM by gnawing on my HAIR. I was hoping for a solid night of sleep since I work at 4AM. I still got up and then stormed off seeing how much food you had left. Hope This Never Happens Again, Your Caretaker. |
note_to_cat
[ heroic_guava ]
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10:14a |
Dearest Terrence, I love you sweetie. You're my baby-cat, my sweetie-pie, and my fuzzy kitty. This is why it's becoming a constant worry to me that you're so skinny. I thought male cats were supposed to get fat after they got fixed. Especially ones that have kibble available to them at all times. The vet says it might be you having an allergic reaction to your food and not absorbing the nutrients properly, so I've weaned you onto a new hypoallergenic food. I know it's only been a few weeks and I can't expected you to become plump in that short a time but please eat lots! Nom to your hearts content!! Maybe I need to get you addicted to World of Warcraft too, it worked for me gaining weight :| Love, Mom |
| Sunday, December 13th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ kellzilla ]
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11:20p |
Dear PITA,
You don't make a very good window. You do, however, make a fantastic door. However, Mom likes to watch TV and play on the computer from time to time, so please allow her to see what is going on. Playing video games with a cat-shaped, moving blotch on the screen (be it TV or monitor) is very, very hard (and often wrought with death and chaos), and catching up on the news and on her friends' lives is also made difficult by nosy kitties. Of course, it's my fault for naming you Pain In The Ass, so I don't have much room to complain. (Aren't there studies that say your child's name affects their personality? Well, cats too!) Love, Mom P.S., where did you hide your baby (we call it a hairbrush) this time? |
note_to_cat
[ blonde_in_black ]
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11:48p |
Dearest Carrot, Dylan and Lenny, As you know, I love you dearly, we all do. You are very dear family members and we cherish you no end. However, I am a little worried and I really need to speak to you. It's very important. Tomorrow, a house guest is going to arrive. He will stay with us over the Christmas period as his family are travelling to South Africa and he can't go because he hasn't got a passport, amongst other reasons. His name is Zack. I hear he's lovely and friendly. He will bring his own house with him, his own food and various comforts, so no panic as he won't ask you to share yours. Speaking of fud. Whatever you may think, Zack is not a fud, he is a hamster. Eating, or attempting to eat, a house guest is most inappropriate, especially during the Christmas festivities, when we're supposed to be extra nice and love our neighbours and Peace On Earth and all that jazz. So, Carrot and Dylan and BigFatLenny. the message to you, in short, is this: STAY THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM ZACK THE HAMSTER HOUSE GUEST!!! Is that clear?! One single swipe anywhere near Zack, and you get your furry arse hoovered, and that's a promise. Seriously, please, be good. Yours always, The humans. |
note_to_cat
[ uniswift87 ]
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3:44p |
To a sick cat...
Dear Larry, Don't make me sad anymore. All I want is for you to get healthy again, to go back to being the sweetheart that you used to be. I can't bear the thought of possibly losing you. Please get better. For both our sakes. Love, One of your devoted owners Current Mood:  depressedCurrent Music: Reset - Hirahara Ayaka |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ thayet153 ]
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4:51p |
Another lovely note to you two
Dear Meowgi and Danielson, Thank you oh so much for not destroying my room while I left for the gym. I really do appreciate this. I will continue leaving the radio on for you two. Now if I could stand having the radio playing while I am sleeping, I will do so if that would keep you two from waking me up at 3 a.m.... Though there were on the rare occasion the nights you just stayed in bed with me until I woke up to at least to go to the bathroom to start your begging, because that is where I prepare your food for you. Thanks so much for being such little angels today, I really needed that, sure did put a smile on my face to see that you did not knock my mug to the floor again :-) lots of hugs and kisses, Your roomie p.s. thanks for sticking by my side today,I really needed that, to not feel so alone. I know I'm sad for the time being, but I'll be better soon, continue with your cuddles :-) Current Mood:  sadCurrent Music: silence |
note_to_cat
[ dusktodawn ]
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3:53p |
P.S. Dizzy.....
I don't think you got my last note. In fact, I think that you might have shredded it and put it in your litter box. Let me try this again. Mommy doesn't like your cat boogers. No, really, I would prefer you not sneeze in my face. ESPECIALLY when i'm trying to cuddle you and be nice. it's really gross. and annoying. and gross. and trust me. I do note that you ONLY sneeze when my face is within an inch of yours. Keep that up and no more cuddles for you >:{ -Aggravated and soggy Mom |
note_to_cat
[ pr_spin_girl ]
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2:10p |
Dental Health
Dear Ginger,
Tomorrow is the big day when we take you to the V-E-T to get your toothies cleaned.
Mumma doesn't know why she feels nervous about leaving you there all day tomorrow -- she's been away from you lots of times before when she travels for work or goes to visit various Aunties and Uncles who live out of town. Maybe it's because they are anesthetizing you tomorrow. I'm quite sure you're not allergic since you were declawed before you came to live with me more than a year and a half ago, so nothing to worry about there.
Maybe I'm just worried you'll be scared while you're there or I will miss the thought of you roaming from room to room in the apartment, jumping up on the dining room table (even though you know you're not supposed to), sitting under the Christmas tree, or lounging on top of the couch.
It's amazing how, even though you came to live with me in your new home on May 15, 2008, it seems like you've always been a part of the family.
Love, Mumma
Current Mood:  cranky |
note_to_cat
[ sylvercheetah ]
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9:29a |
To My Darling Furbabies
Dear Lynx, I can not express how helpful you were to me when I was wrapping presents yesterday. Even closing in on the big 1-0 you still act like a kitten. It was like you read my mind when I rolled out the paper and you would chase the ends until they lay flat on the ground. And when you pounced on the folds to reinforce the creases, it worked out incredibly well. Of course I will remind you again that scissors are not for cuddles, nor are they a toy for you to bat at you crazy girl; I'm just glad you did not injure yourself. I am sorry I was not able to leave one of the empty boxes for you to play in, but I promise I will pull one out of the storage room/kitteh treasure trove upon my return and I will leave it in a prominent place for you and your brother to do as you please with it. Also the fact that you were incredibly cuddly the second I walked through the door was wonderful. I am glad you got over my moving out, because you know I will always return to pet you, and that you no longer feel the need to punish me by snubbing me for hours or days on end. Oh, one last thing, my most evil and manipulative yet adorable or furtabbies - if I do pet your brother, I promise that my hand is NOT contaminated with Carlyle-cooties that I am just trying to wipe off on your head, and you do not need to react as such. In conclusion, you are a wicked and crazy cat but insanely adorable and playful so you can get away with anything (except for around NoHair the Impatient, er I mean "Dad"), I love you Lynx-ie Doll. Dear Carlyle, I am sorry your big sister is such a pain, and that she makes it difficult for you to also get pettings when I am home. However, she was actually behaving herself this last visit and you still only let me pet you for a few seconds before shying away from me. Are you mad at me for not living at home anymore? I love you, I miss you, and I would totally take you if I could but you don't want to move (the apartment is the size of your bedroom plus an extra big human litter box room) and the even bigger hoomans (you know GreyHair the Bringer of Noms and NoHair the Impatient and Taunter of Kittehs) would never let me take you away - for you are the well behaved, mellow one. Even if you do always steal GreyHair's pillow. :) (Secretly, I think she finds it as adorable as I do.) Please don't be mad at me my big fuzzy Carlyle Tank; a life without your kitteh love is not one I would ever choose to live. *pouts* Much Love & Kitty Snuggles, The Host of the Hooman Heart you hold Captive (in your furry furry paws) |
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[ chaosdancer ]
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3:57a |
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| Sunday, December 13th, 2009 |
note_to_cat
[ retro_rider55 ]
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8:50p |
Dear Persimmon; Okay, that's impossible; I (once, earlier this year) barely had had a KFC drumstick out of the fridge, and She Who Must Be Fed (you) had smelled it and were demanding alms - or whatever that your species demands. What's it like having a nose that sharp? You can suss out buttered crackers from across the room. And with olfactory faculties that acute, why, then, would you want to crawl under the (previous) house where the skunks lived? |
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[ anahata ]
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4:43p |
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