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Pastimes : Ya'll have a GooGoo Cluster & take a load off -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E'Lane who wrote (13285)	5/10/2007 7:42:04 PM
From: CWolf	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 26417

OK, let's see... Dolly's request seems mostly reasonable. However, you need to pass on to her that I am currently negotiating with my niece-in-law about taking their cat... a certain cutey named Foxy for a minimum of 2 years while said niece and hubby traipse off to Uzbekistan or somewhere in that region with the Peace Corp for 2 years. Dolly will have to be decisive on this and soon. Regarding #1... how could she possibly need to evaluate me? Surely, you vouched for me and my impeccable credentials and my status as BB. Plus Fran believes me to be Mr. Perfect, so how much more could be needed. Case closed. B. my lineage papers? I guess somewhere in my many rooms of acquired treasures, I might have a birth certificate. Though, given that parchment was used in those rural areas way back in those olden days, it's readability might cause her to squint some... that is if she even knows how to read. 3. No problem. the declawing is an ongoing event as I chew my fingernails constantly. The other part occurred when I got caught ogling at an inopportune moment. d. hmmmm... seems like that one has taken care of itself. Dolly has the same opinion of "pooches" that I do, so I doubt that any further references will be necessary. BTW, "small and quiet" are my requirements for such an acquisition, no matter how ludicrous it may seem... and therefore unattainable. Double HMMMMM... being born on Cinco de Mayo could be a small problem. It was on that date in 1969 that the corporate slaughter of 55 of the then 70 employees of of my dreams of being in paradise company took place. I hid under my desk and survived the brutality, but the scars have been ever lingering. I don't know if having that association purring in my ear will be good for my psyche. Not that much is good for it anyway, but I thought I'd throw that in for good measure. My best to the new mommy and the new grandkittymommy! For some fun, toss a live mouse into the nest. <g> LY.