tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post7661982010047054779..comments2024-03-28T04:08:40.540-04:00Comments on THE MEANEST MOM: The Missing Cat's Funeral FeastJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840070603313673129noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-56352883334078850572012-11-06T05:02:54.963-05:002012-11-06T05:02:54.963-05:00Amazing write up, i completely agree with you. Our...Amazing write up, i completely agree with you. Our pet always becomes a family member and is treated like one of us.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.petmemoriesok.com" rel="nofollow">Pet crematory tulsa oklahoma</a>pet memoriesokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14617590441247914298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-29494005831914589572009-03-25T07:45:00.000-04:002009-03-25T07:45:00.000-04:00I'v never had a pet - so I've never lost a pet in ...I'v never had a pet - so I've never lost a pet in my house. However, we did once have an uninvited guest of the animal sort. We heard a scraping sound coming from behind the drawer under the stove. We assumed it was a mouse. We spent about 45 minutes cutting cardboard and taping it to the baseboards to create a track-like-thingy that woul make it so the mouse could only run straight to the front door and out, once we opened the drawer. We invited my husband's brother over to help so that I could cower in the corner protecting the baby. They slowly opened the drawer - armed with brooms to help guide the mouse. ...And out flew a bird. Seriously. A bird. Stuck behind our stove. It callously ignored our 2 inch walls and flew all over. It was crazy. Eventually we turned out all the lights and left the front door open and it flew out. Total chaos left in it's wake.Nancy Sabinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15713260519511130162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-70226469984266302142009-03-21T00:21:00.000-04:002009-03-21T00:21:00.000-04:00Jana! Tim must be heartbroken! Send him my condole...Jana! Tim must be heartbroken! Send him my condolences.Patriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16182147513459607933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-76778705611226951852009-03-20T22:31:00.000-04:002009-03-20T22:31:00.000-04:00How about an "almost" lost dog story? I had decid...How about an "almost" lost dog story? I had decided to move off campus my junior year of college and desperately wanted a dog. Since my parents wouldn't let me take the family dog (which they hated -- so go figure) I told them I wanted a puppy.<BR/><BR/>They flatly refused.<BR/><BR/>While I worked that summer, the rest of the family went on vacation, so... one day before heading out to work I decided to drop by the local SPCA just to window shop, as it were.<BR/><BR/>I was informed that you couldn't take a puppy younger than 6 months old out of the city, so I would have to look at the older dogs. The counselor asked in what breed I was interested. I told her a Golden Retriever. Naturally, they had none in stock. My second choice was a Husky. The woman immediately brightened up and said "I think we have one!" So off we went in search of Houdini the Husky. I call him that because we scoured that place from top to bottom and couldn't find any sign of him. Apparently every time we were indoors, he was in his outdoor run and vice versa. <BR/><BR/>We finally threw in the towel and since it was a slow day, the woman and I chatted as she walked me to my car. Just then she spotted a particular kennel and said, "I think that's the one he was in." As she said it, he stuck his head out of the door. She called to him excitedly. He looked at her as though she'd lost her tiny little mind. I bent down, crooked a finger at him and said, "Come here."<BR/><BR/>He ran up and licked me from head to toe.<BR/><BR/>Sold!<BR/><BR/>A few days later the rest of the family returned from a lovely vacation, having particulary enjoyed the last leg of the trip where they had a blowout while on the highway and the A/C broke just outside of El Paso. Meaning they had to drive all the way to Houston with no air... in late July. <BR/><BR/>You can imagine my father's reaction when he poured himself out of the car, walked through the garage door and found a large, somewhat menacing looking strange dog standing in his back yard. I was at work at the time, but fortunately my grandmother happened to be at the house. As Father prepared to toss out the hairy intruder, she ran out and sheepishly said, "No, Tom. He belongs here."<BR/><BR/>Cut to 10:30 p.m. when I got home. Despite fervent prayers on my part that they would be in bed, The Parents were sitting in wait on the sofa, looking for all the world like Medusa's angry cousins. <BR/><BR/>"WE TOLD YOU YOU COULDN'T HAVE A DOG!" they bellowed in unison. Fortunately I remembered my mythology class and making certain not to look them directly in the eyes I responded, "You said I couldn't have a puppy. He's two years old."<BR/><BR/>At that point I realized I had a future in law. My parents, however, were thinking more along the lines of the gas chamber (for me and the dog). After an interminable argument and a presumably somewhat persuasive summation by me, they went to their bedroom to privately discuss how dispose of the about-to-be corpses.<BR/><BR/>I knew I had to play my ace in the hole at that point, so when Father came back into the den in his black cap and robe to hand down the death sentence I was clutching our elderly, very sick family dog to my chest and sobbing for all I was worth.<BR/><BR/>He stood there silently. I didin't look up. After a minute or two, he turned wordlessly and went back into the bedroom.<BR/><BR/>At that point I knew that neither hope nor my dog were lost.<BR/><BR/>Chalk one up for the defense!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-87594442900923993832009-03-20T00:09:00.000-04:002009-03-20T00:09:00.000-04:00Bah, I say, to everyone who lost a petite puss or ...Bah, I say, to everyone who lost a petite puss or puppy. I lost 50 WHOLE POUNDS of WEIMARANER, for heaven's sake. FIFTY POUNDS of howling, bouncing, insanely clingy, hypersensitive all-legs dog.<BR/><BR/> See, at the time, Princess Prissypants slept in her kennel at night, and while I was at work--meaning that most of her non-kennel hours were, well, supervised. Only one night, we get ready to go to bed and--huh?--where's the dog that we normally have to peel off of our faces to be able to see the TV??<BR/><BR/> Eight hours later--after lots of calling her name ("BAAAD DOG! BAD DOG?"), rattling a food dish, driving down to the park and printing out posters, my husband and I were just getting out of bed to go put up some "Lost Dog" posters.<BR/><BR/> At which point, Princess Prissypants comes hurtling out from under the bed.<BR/><BR/> Where she'd been.<BR/><BR/> For eight hours.<BR/><BR/> Even with her pea-sized bladder.<BR/><BR/> Not making a sound.<BR/><BR/> To this day, I wonder if she was "hiding..." or if, special case that she is, she crawled under the bed and got TOO LOST to find the other side.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-27577966380520426152009-03-19T22:23:00.000-04:002009-03-19T22:23:00.000-04:00You are a flippin hoot. Losing your cat in the kit...You are a flippin hoot. Losing your cat in the kitchen...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-12246781419065174032009-03-19T17:43:00.000-04:002009-03-19T17:43:00.000-04:00Our ROUTINELY gets shut into the linen closet. Sh...Our ROUTINELY gets shut into the linen closet. She likes it in there, until she realizes she's stuck - then she screeches until someone releases her. <BR/>I don't ask questions like that, it's better to assume that you are the most loved and worshiped person/pet in the household :)MommyMojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13456560928232312437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-38249210006659451442009-03-18T18:21:00.000-04:002009-03-18T18:21:00.000-04:00I guess cats can end up anywhere.-MyPetCareTVI guess cats can end up anywhere.<BR/>-<A HREF="http://mypetcaretv.com" REL="nofollow">MyPetCareTV</A>pet care tvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286542148032509019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-54386628024246434612009-03-18T18:12:00.000-04:002009-03-18T18:12:00.000-04:00We lost our cat for two days...she was in a drawer...We lost our cat for two days...she was in a drawer!!! Never heard her until I opened it and then, a faint meow and she sprang out with dilated pupils, it was like a miracle!Memehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15335739299585347973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-67586721696435919742009-03-18T16:55:00.000-04:002009-03-18T16:55:00.000-04:00This is a cute story. Reminds me of the cat in th...This is a cute story. Reminds me of the cat in the couch:<A HREF="http://mypetcaretv.com/blog.php?view=2405" REL="nofollow">cat in couch</A>pet care tvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286542148032509019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-59653430017640085512009-03-18T16:53:00.000-04:002009-03-18T16:53:00.000-04:00My husband has another woman. she used to be mine ...My husband has another woman. she used to be mine before I got pregnant and she was not welcome to sleep on my hip anymore. it has been 3 years. sometimes I accidentally 'lose' her in the basement but the other cat always tattles. <BR/><BR/>There was a news story last week in Spokane, WA where a couple bought a couch at a second hand store with a cat inside it. The cats owners had dropped the couch off at the store 11 days earlier but saw the news story and was happily reunited.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-44319605918688597422009-03-18T16:43:00.000-04:002009-03-18T16:43:00.000-04:00Just last week we lost our cat in our own garage. ...Just last week we lost our cat in our own garage. She was in there for 2 days. Our garage is our storage unit sorta and stays closed up most times. I was crying over her and telling my husband she was gone forever. Then one morning I kept hearing this cat meowing. I thought it was in my head at first. LOL But I finally traced it to the garage and as soon as I opened the door, out she pops. I think she thought she was on vacation.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11537718174766579166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-86622805381064908122009-03-18T13:36:00.000-04:002009-03-18T13:36:00.000-04:00Don't think I would know where to start if I had t...Don't think I would know where to start if I had to make a cake without a box!<BR/><BR/>As for our family pet.... My husband hates our dog.Diva Ma @ Mommy Fabuloushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17392349067658374496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-83533898837138031702009-03-18T13:30:00.000-04:002009-03-18T13:30:00.000-04:00We have six cats, three of whom were abandoned kit...We have six cats, three of whom were abandoned kittens that we bottle fed and raised last summer. So, we have 3 cats that are the same age and when they were kittens we were always finding them in odd places. Like: inside the closed refrigerator, inside a dresser drawer, locked in the closet, inside the closed cupboards, in closed cardboard boxes, up in the attic (don't ask) and assorted other places. Now that they are bigger, it's easier to find them when they hide somewhere. But, most nights I do a quick head count before going to bed to make sure all six are safe.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653903831722510380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-19609442476380732832009-03-18T11:36:00.000-04:002009-03-18T11:36:00.000-04:00Same thing happened to us, but the cat had jumped ...Same thing happened to us, but the cat had jumped into the fridge one morning when I was making the kids school lunches. Good thing we found it before anything like death happened. I assume she was in there for a good hour or so.amysuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11394380042115849442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-29455329159262920362009-03-18T01:27:00.000-04:002009-03-18T01:27:00.000-04:00When I was little our family cat had a litter of k...When I was little our family cat had a litter of kittens that I was desperate to keep. However, my mom had another idea for them because when I got home they were gone. I broke down crying and to soothe me she assured me that she had sent them to an LDS pound where a nice mormon family would adopt them. I believed that for many years.Kara and Theohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10512404259933900170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-90317630546106243122009-03-18T00:06:00.000-04:002009-03-18T00:06:00.000-04:00OMG that is sooo funny. NOw I dont feel so bad abo...OMG that is sooo funny. NOw I dont feel so bad about the video I made on our missing cat. If you go to my blog look up Cat rescue...<BR/> You have a great blog I love it/.Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523120269614260260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-77102416799932963612009-03-18T00:03:00.000-04:002009-03-18T00:03:00.000-04:00You are one popular girl. I want to be your friend...You are one popular girl. I want to be your friend-pick me, pick me!!!<BR/>Your blog is seriously one of the few, laugh out loud, clean, make my husband come into the room cause he wants to know what is so funny-funny!<BR/>You girl rock!!<BR/>My hubby had a dog, a great big, huge,fat, ugly dog. He(my hubby, not the dog) assures me that he was fantastic in his younger years. They were the best of friends. Then-came me. I am much cuter, way funnier, and much more hygenic than the big stupid dog. SO-I won. Then-the dog died. Shortly after we were married. I think that he secretly thinks it was my fault-but whatever!!Taushahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09132962343851092154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-67779503353793228702009-03-17T23:54:00.000-04:002009-03-17T23:54:00.000-04:00I'm just glad that I'm not the only one who finds ...I'm just glad that I'm not the only one who finds it demoralizing to have to make a cake from scratch. Personally "homemade" is exactly what it is, "made at home." box and all it was made at home. I believe we are a dying breed, Meanest Mom. My oldest told the babysitter, who wanted to make bread with them, "You cannot make bread at home you get it at the store!!!" Thats my boy!!! <BR/>Thanks again for a good laugh.Crzymom3byzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16487856245350411468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-5102729358920573622009-03-17T23:51:00.000-04:002009-03-17T23:51:00.000-04:00We have two Shih Tzu puppies. They seem to be abl...We have two Shih Tzu puppies. They seem to be able to find places in my house I did not know existed. One day I came home from work and one puppy had no collar on. We searched the house and could not find it. A couple of days later my dogs were fighting under the bed, so I knelt down to yell at them and I couldn't see them...but I did see a bulge in my box springs. I called and one of the dogs came out, but the other one was stuck. I had to do a c-section on my box springs to get her out. When I lifted up the box springs to put a fitted sheet on it so they could not get back in there....out fell the collar.Suzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14569043403980605236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-41488661859263384462009-03-17T23:41:00.000-04:002009-03-17T23:41:00.000-04:00Hilarious story. I have two indoor cats and we do...Hilarious story. I have two indoor cats and we do lose them from time to time in the house. However, they usually make it known to us by scratching or crying. <BR/><BR/>But...recently we moved from Western WA to SE Idaho and the day before we were to leave, one of the cats, Carlos, got out and ran away. We were devastated and stayed in town two extra nights waiting for him to come home. We scoured the neighborhood and took flyers around. Then, we just had to leave. We thought for sure he was dead. He was an indoor cat, out amongst coyotes and racoons. He didn't stand a chance. Well, ten days later I got a call from a former neighbor that Carlos had come home. She trapped him and I jumped in the car the next morning and drove 800 miles like a bat out of hell to get him. 1600 miles round trip to pick up the worlds skinniest cat. Clearly he didn't eat the entire time. It was crazy. But my kids were thrilled to have him back. Man, the things we do...or, I do at least! :)Gillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05527853536576754565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-22262302957929597042009-03-17T22:53:00.000-04:002009-03-17T22:53:00.000-04:00What pet HAVEN'T we lost in our house? Hedgehogs, ...What pet HAVEN'T we lost in our house? Hedgehogs, mice, a cat, a dog, a snake...<BR/><BR/>Believe it or not, EVERY SINGLE ONE turned up-- even the mice!<BR/><BR/>Of course, by the time we found the snake (Carlos), he was mummified. Ew.Blythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04169241676150583021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-10633365971687458942009-03-17T22:19:00.000-04:002009-03-17T22:19:00.000-04:00I had dogs growing up, but I think 4 children 6 an...I had dogs growing up, but I think 4 children 6 and under cause enough pee/poop damage in the house, don't you? Plus, when we actually did go to look at a puppy, my one year old grabbed one by the skin on the back with two hands and heaved, and my other son stepped on a tail. I had to think about the pet, really.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14764069922604426659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-25075288771967539092009-03-17T21:55:00.000-04:002009-03-17T21:55:00.000-04:00I'm loving the funeral luncheon for the cat. L...I'm loving the funeral luncheon for the cat. Let me know next time & I'll send some fried chicken!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07589330892217693717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-87651008493016131942009-03-17T21:44:00.000-04:002009-03-17T21:44:00.000-04:00I share my bed with my husband and his TWO furry g...I share my bed with my husband and his TWO furry girlfriends, who are a lot bigger than a cat. Sometimes I think these dogs are trying to get rid of me so they can have him all to themselves.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03049320472775250757noreply@blogger.com