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To: Rambi who wrote (37028)	9/2/1999 3:42:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Right, and they don't take insurance. This sounds like a great subject for a home video. Tell Dan to hurry home so he can join in the fun. Make him the holder, and you be the dropper. Take my word for it. Glad to hear that it's nothing more drastic though. Someday when Tesh is an adult, you can sit down and explain to him the reason you traumatized his kittyhood. I'm sure he'll understand.

To: Rambi who wrote (37028)	9/2/1999 3:59:00 PM
From: Neocon	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

A true story: When I was very young, oh, about 5 years old, I awoke one night to hear voices down the hallway, whispery voices, confiding voices, I couldn't imagine who they could be. I peaked out of my bedroom, but the hall light was off, there was only the crack of the bathroom door, with its helpful glow. My parents' bedroom door was closed, and the living room, which was on the same floor, was almost black. I knew the voices were in that direction, so I hesitantly eased down the hall to peak into the living room. There, in the middle of the living room, were two fairies, small and fine featured, with wings but alit on something, I suppose the couch. They emitted a strange light, a shimmer. Their voices were so hushed and delicate, I wanted to get closer to hear, but as I entered the room, they noticed me, and stopped talking. They looked up at me calmly, and with a fond expression. After a moment, one of them suggested that I go back to bed, which I did, although I could not imagine how she knew my name....Now, 38 years later, it is easy to think "night hallucination", or even that I dreamt getting up in the first place. But you know, I am even now not so sure, and I still wonder what they were talking about....

To: Rambi who wrote (37028)	9/2/1999 4:06:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

That's good to hear, Rambi. I was worried he would go blind and his eyeball pop out or something. Their eyes get really.... oh, nevermind. We need to have some kind of cattle chute for cats. A "cage." They go in this way and their heads are stuck in there and you have to push them back out with a potato masher. Or the whole thing compresses around them like an orange juicer. That's the closest handle-squishing thing I can think of. Maybe because I have four of them, and really like to torque down on those hapless oranges. What oranges ever did to me, I don't know. Substituting cat for that sounds about right. We have one who can't be restrained. Even if you compress a towel down to her size, around her, like a straight-jacket, she is incredibly strong and will wiggle around in there like Houdini and leak out one end and rip your face off and eat it outside. You have to wear goggles and welding gloves, but you'll give up anyway. Fifty dollars is a lot, but guilt is more. Pets. What a concept. Someone knew, in the beginning, it was a bad idea. It's ~ probably ~ a girl's fault. So you deserve it, imo.