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Post by vampyre on May 3, 2008 18:02:26 GMT -5
 When I get home from work, one of the first things I do is check my dogs' water. It's hot here in the south and they drink a lot of it. As I looked in the 5 galleon bucket they drink out of I saw the Gecko laying belly up on the bottom. Extensive measures were taken to resuscitate the famous spokescritter of the GEICO Insurance company but they failed. In the words of the famous Dr McCoy, "He's dead Jim." No foul play is suspected at this time.  A nation will mourn his passing..
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Post by miki on May 3, 2008 18:32:38 GMT -5
Well,
that's just a darn shame... *snort*
I liked him better when he wasn't talking; but I would never wish him dead...well...
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Post by vampyre on May 3, 2008 18:35:30 GMT -5
Why did they give him an English accent? Do they even have geckos in Great Britain?
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Post by miki on May 3, 2008 18:42:14 GMT -5
I thought it was an Australian accent. Whatever it is, he needs to quit talking.
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Post by vampyre on May 3, 2008 19:20:00 GMT -5
Well this one isn't talkin any more.
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Post by deathlynx on May 4, 2008 0:02:10 GMT -5
lol...Never found anything dead in the dog's water...but found plenty of presents the cats have left for me...they know I'm a better hunter than they are so they leave me the remains after their done playing...I hesitate to mention what they're favorite prey is due to sensibilities of a particular member of the board  |
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Post by ailishsmom on May 4, 2008 0:18:50 GMT -5
One morning I was getting ready for work and a mouse ran across the bedroom floor into my closet. I didn't have time to find it so I left a note for hubby warning him there was a mouse. When I got home that evening I asked if he had found it. He said he had, in Melvin's mouth.
I asked if it was dead. He said no, just a little stunned and really wet.
Apparently Melvin had been carrying it around all day to keep it away from the other 2 cats. We took it across the road to an open field and let it go, poor thing.
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Post by deathlynx on May 4, 2008 0:33:01 GMT -5
lol...that's a considerate kitty you got there!
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Post by mouse on May 4, 2008 0:38:54 GMT -5
One morning I was getting ready for work and a mouse ran across the bedroom floor into my closet. I didn't have time to find it so I left a note for hubby warning him there was a mouse. When I got home that evening I asked if he had found it. He said he had, in Melvin's mouth. I asked if it was dead. He said no, just a little stunned and really wet. Apparently Melvin had been carrying it around all day to keep it away from the other 2 cats. We took it across the road to an open field and let it go, poor thing. Lol.. My friend had a pet rat. It used to live freely (without a cage) on her dresser. It never left it. It was kind of cool. It had its own little play area with a wheel and everything. One day we were in the living room and the cat came in playing with the rat. Like bouncing in the air. There was no wounds or anything. We took the body to the vet to see what happened. The cat gave the rat a heart attack. |
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Post by vampyre on May 4, 2008 6:46:38 GMT -5
 This was the banner.. Fuzzy is my hunter. She brings in all kinds of stuff and most of the time it's still alive. During the cooler months, her favorite thing was chipmunks. She also likes catching geckos, birds and squirrels. The squirrels are almost as big as she is and always dead. Rat's are really very good pets. sorry about the one the cat scared to death. |
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Post by mouse on May 4, 2008 13:35:18 GMT -5
I had a cat that had a thing about bring back the heads of animal back to our front door. We would wake up one more and go outside to see the head of a bird, rat, squirrel, random creatures.
Like little sacrifices to appease the gods.
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Post by vampyre on May 4, 2008 13:48:39 GMT -5
Cats are pretty smart. They know who changes the litter box.
Of course when Fuzzy was little, she had a thing or two to teach me. It turns out she doesn't like sharing a litter box. she likes to go outside.
I was semi-asleep one day and trying to get back to full unconscious mode when she came in meowing at me. I didn't know her very well then. I knew there was food, water and a litter box so I ignored her trying to get back to sleep.
Not one to be ignored, she climbed up on the bed. straddled my legs and peed all over me. The fact that she is still alive should say a lot about me.(good things I hope)
Now when she asks to go out, I understand and let her out. I know who wears the fur coat in my house.
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Post by mouse on May 4, 2008 14:10:32 GMT -5
Hee hee hee *actually laughed so hard she had to go pee*
Cats are good like that. My parents have a cat like that. She was meowing like hell once to go outside. My dad was taking a nap on the couch. So she went to their bed room and peed on his pillow.
Let just say she stayed out all day in the rain.
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Post by vampyre on May 4, 2008 16:44:01 GMT -5
She is a very lovable cat but is very head strong. sort of like a small furry Cartman.
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Post by ailishsmom on May 4, 2008 17:19:56 GMT -5
ha! That's a great description! It reminds me of my daughter trying to describe the personalities of some horses at the barn where she takes lessons. Her horse, Spitfire, is an older, stubborn Appaloosa. You really have to force him to go sometimes and he spends hours at horse shows just sleeping or eating. Aspen, her friend's pony, is young and zippy, except when he stops mid-gallop to look at a bird or flower. She says if Spitfire were a person, he'd be an old Redneck guy sitting on a couch, watching TV and drinking a beer in his underwear. Aspen would be a mischievous, little boy with a frog in his pocket. It really does suit them!  |
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When I get home from work, one of the first things I do is check my dogs' water. It's hot here in the south and they drink a lot of it. 
