The appearance of yet another ailment has spurred this Doggie Stoke analog thread. Chet was found traipsing around a vacant lot in Kirkland, WA with his good buddy Miles before either of them were bestowed the generous names of two of America’s musical stalwarts. Neither of them were really cut out for the pretentious life on the east side of Lake Washington. So, they were adopted as a pair and started a good life in Fremont.
When Miles passed away, his best friend mourned his loss. This may have been about the time that Chet adopted his penchant for Clorox bleach products. Keeping him out of the bathroom after a solid douching was near impossible. As hygiene was low on the list of home priority, Chet knew he had to embrace every opportunity. Much like the smoker who attempts to supplant his praxis with chewing tobacco and then assumes two bad habits, Chet’s introduction to high-grade catnip did little to stymie his cravings for that sweet white nose candy. And how could we begrudge him. He was fighting a daily battle with asthma.
“Is your cat coughing up a necessary organ or is he preparing a Kojo-Ryu assault?” “Neither, he’s just breathing.” This cartilaginous cacophony never reduced his level of adorability—at least not to his owners. And recently, we discovered that Chet suffers from Diabetes. It looks as if his prednisone cocktail will be sharing space with insulin now. Keep fighting the good fight Chet.
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Very handsome cat. Love seeing the feline stoke.
My own lion king (who at time also looks like a little teddy bear).
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There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Meet Chilli. He was 11 when we got him from the shelter, the most pathetic looking animal we'd ever seen. He liked to play bite, but had no teeth. Funny fucker who slept alot. We put him down a year ago, when he got kidney failure. His signature move was to shit on my carpet when I slept somewhere else for the night. He was quite the little shit, but I loved him.
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"Praying for salvation from a sky so thick and grey, like a mountain by the end of the day. And all that is left is snow on the pines"
Lucy, the tuxedo'd man kitty, is 15 years old and I got him in 8th grade, so he's been around more than half my life. Kinda makes me sick to my stomach since in a week and a half I'm depositing him in my dad's basement whilst I flit away to South America for a year...excellent, terrific, fabulous lovable kitty.
Mrawr! Vibes to Chet! Here are all my kids, let's see, we've got a heart murmur, kidney stones, a few removed BB's, sterile cystitis, a healed ulcerated cornea, and a lack of many teeth. And that doesn't include the dog! What a group, from left to right they are ages 8, 2, 2 1/2, 14. And no, I don't have a place to sit.
I leave to go pick up some stuff at the hardware store and tell Tumbleweed to wash all the windows in the sunroom - and she better have it done by the time I get back... What do you think I find when I return?
Then the old fukker Tang (who even though he's gotta be at least 15-18 but still plays like he a kitten) won't go out and "play" (Re: build a snowman with me and the dog)... throws a tantrum, tries to ignore all the growling and barking... something about too much dogshit in the snowman rolls...
Gheee-busss! Frickin lazy-ass Katz these days!
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Here is our Puma. She hunts everything in the yard. Whoa be it your bad luck to be a lizard, bird, bug, whatever. She is going to kill you. She looks part Abyssinian and Tabby. Acts all Abyssinian. She rules the house.
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I don't have any but my bro has three. Here are the two friendly ones:
Mercury (I'm told he purrs like a Mercury outboard motor) wants to be an outside cat really badly. You have to be careful going in and out. He never goes very far when he gets out. Just roles around in the dirt like he knows he's white. He's also missing a hip. About 4 or 5?
Batman (his shear blackness and big ears make this the obvious choice in names) thinks he is a dog, and at about 1 year old, has learned to fetch. He's exceedingly friendly, and purrs, cuddles and plays. His sole mission in life is to get into everything he's not supposed to. Kittens are great. I would have kept him if I could have. He's a little bigger since this picture.
batman is the man!
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