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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (19174)	3/24/1998 11:43:00 PM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

Well, I am sure I have opened a real nasty box of cheese recently, but I suspect sometime before the Velveeta post, and what's new about that, anyway? At least no one has pooped on me yet (thanks for the lovely image anyway, Thomas, and the much appreciated compliment). However, my tortoise shell kitty Lizzie, who is very jealous of her large, round and orange nemesis Butterscotch--although I call him Butterfat, and my husband calls him Numb Nuts--did poop on the living room carpet right by the front door where any unsuspecting victim would step right in it earlier this evening, to express her anger because we occasionally feed him and rub his neck and let him live right in the same house with her. But who can really blame her, since Butterscotch is the alpha male around here, and expresses his dominance by going in the kitty litter and then arrogantly NEVER covering it up? So Lizzie is usually livid, but a little covert and passive aggressive when she is upset. Anyway, I am so happy you dropped by to share some Velveetisms, because I am way out of my league here, Penni. Have wonderful dreams, and then please come back and slip us some more of your creamy, smooth, yellow alliterations and song titles, so that we can all be cheesy together!! Power to Velveeta right on!!!

To: Rambi who wrote (19174)	3/25/1998 12:25:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Bub, son of Ichthyander, Keeper of the Fish and civilization's acknowledged Champion of Processed Dairy Nutrients, relaxed on the deck of the trireme which was carrying him with scolopendra oarstrokes across a cerulean sea. He was back in the place and time of his birth, a time of Heroes and demigods and bronze daggers tucked into tooled goatshin leggings. Suddenly, his ears picked up ...something. A whispering of a sacrament, an invocation of the Transfiguration of the Cheese. Was he this far off course? Was the Isle of the Sirens near? Maybe it was time to get serious about breaking out the earplugs and getting himself lashed to the mast.