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smith
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Registered: January 1970
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When I was about 12, my mama hung a basket on my bedroom door. The back is flat so it sits right there and doesn't get in the way. She puts all my mail in there, newspaper clippings and anything she wants me to read. It's really kinda cute cause she sometimes puts cookies and stuff in there too 
This was in there today....
THE CAT YEARS
Young children are dogs - loyal and affectionate - teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around, It puts its head on your knees and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds outdoors with enthusiasm when you call it.
Then around age 13, your adorable little puppy turns into a big old grouchy cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed as if wondering who died and made you king. Instead of dogging your footsteps, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry - then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. "That couldn't possibly be for me!"
When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that your dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings and it prefers not to be seen with you in public.
Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your dog behave.
Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it and it runs away. Tell it to sit and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you have to learn to behave like a cat owner.
Put a dish of food near the door and let it come to you. Remember that a cat needs your love and affection too.
Sit still and it will come, seeking the warm, comfortable lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day, your grownup child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet all day. Let me do those dishes for you."
THEN YOU'LL REALIZE THAT YOUR CAT IS A DOG AGAIN.
My Mama is cool ps....I washed the dishes
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tim...of usa
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Location: buffalo, new york...USA
Registered: July 2002
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will your mamma adopt me?
hugs
tim
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Guest
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Registered: March 2012
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And now you can feel free to remind them of your new feline status whenever you feel the need to, and (to mix some metaphors) that should help avoid some ruffled feathers all around.
Very cool indeed!
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trevor
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Registered: November 2002
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Just sent it with a note to the missus: "Have you noticed Jason's pointy ears and whiskers lately?" Jason's my 12 yo going on 17 I think.
Last night we were talking about online tunes, so I took a minute to install WinAmp on his comp and map a drive share to my server's MP3 directory - made a play list and tried to show him how to edit it, etc. But, he was just p1ssed that HIS tunes weren't already on my server and stopped listening because he only had MY music to choose from. Well, it HAD been a long day for him. Ah well . . . I do have some Guster, see what else I can find from this century to feed the cat with . . .
Thanks J - oh, good joke too - just sick enough to be interesting and relevant!
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smith, I don't care what others might say, you are one cool cat (in other words, a healthy and normal young man). I just wish those who don't realize that would (at long last). The world needs more cool cats like you.
Oh, and as for the "smithJoke" you sneaked in at the end of that other post: you've outdone even yourself!!!
We do not remember days...we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese
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frog
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Registered: January 1970
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you opened the door into our hearts....thank you much...rob
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That was beutiful JAMS, only a wonderful Mother would have left that for you. You are one lucky guy.
Dog or Cat ... your still the bomb.
Kevvy
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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