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To: Rambi who wrote (31621)	7/11/1999 3:17:00 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

<I still don't know why he's there. I just left him sitting, thinking someone would claim him. He's still there.> I wonder what would happen if you kissed him?...;-}>

To: Rambi who wrote (31621)	7/11/1999 3:45:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

I didn't see any jumping. It's mostly show and tell. Pretty relaxed. << they came over to smell him, I hit the on button. They're so cute when they get all fluffed out like that. >> Bad Rambi! Bad! I can't resist doing that stuff to them either. As part of the cat taxation package. But one time MJ called me over by the back door to see Stumpy, who was having some real problem with one of my leather gloves. He was slinked down as low as he could get and reaching out far as he could with one paw, and patting it on top. Like snuffing a cigarette with a catcher's mitt. I was behind him and chucked another glove or sock over at him (from behind) and he almost died of a heart attack. I was laughing really hard, but even I had to admit it was mean. He didn't speak to me for like half a day, when he got back from the cardiologist.

To: Rambi who wrote (31621)	7/12/1999 2:21:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

They're so cute when they get all fluffed out like that. Now let me just guess what ways you find to make vacuuming the carpets more entertaining. Look at it from a cat's eye perspective. If some screaming thing weighing say four thousand pounds with a big snake on the end laid siege to me in the middle of my mid-day languor, I'd be fluffing out to beat the band.