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To: Rambi who wrote (14504)	11/23/1998 8:04:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Hoooo doggies! A month ago Spouse fed the Helenator some rehydrated raisins. She loved them - but at the time she was none too adept with her teeth yet. Well, you can figure the rest - her evening diaper biscuit had perfect undigested raisins in it. Mrs. Field would'a'been proud. As for knowing each other too well - I don't think that can be done in one lifetime. This thread more than any other feels like a place where friends share coffee and conversation.

To: Rambi who wrote (14504)	11/23/1998 8:06:00 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Outpost.com is my new favorite commercial.

To: Rambi who wrote (14504)	11/23/1998 8:11:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Speaking of corn and non-digestion, our cat Hudson was very happy with corn on the cob. (Is this what we're talking about?) We have a picture of MJ turning a cob for him. I mean turning, as in spinning, well, I guess what else would I mean, but he was a good eater, in that he would typewrite right to left going around the cob as you turned it. It was so funny we took a picture. You can see it. Well, not here, but in the picture. I need a scanner, huh? MJ is here right now, and reminds me, he also got tomatoes and cucumbers off the kitchen counter. Which was a no-no. One day I turned the corner from the front room and he, knowing the rules, scurried to the edge of the counter and jumped off with about a three inch round tomato he was dragging. It weighed considerably more than he expected and caused his head to experience the cement-tomato-shoes floor impact. I'll never forget the way it lead his head over the edge and down to the floor. Kerwhammy. Sinker. He also used to get in the granola can. I have a picture of him climbing out. Yes; that's unnervingly disgusting. But who would think they couldn't get up from breakfast without closing the gallon lid. He's got all four feet right on the rim trying to get down to the table carefully. They say on TV shut off your puters right now as we have a big, honking storm. Phooey.

To: Rambi who wrote (14504)	11/23/1998 8:36:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I made a toy for a cat out of string, about six feet of string and a small paper ball. I would drag it around the house (because sometimes they can hurt themselves if you suspend them from the ceiling, you know.....) I come in the front room and there is Silq with a piece of string. About eight inches. Hmmmmm. She's eating it. I try to take it away from her. It's stuck in her mouth. She growls. It's really all that freaking string in her stomach, and that's why she's been so quiet the last half hour. Hooooo. What to do. I realized if it got too far, like over the time it would take to reach a vet, she could be in serious distress. So, ONCE AGAIN, "It's OK, little kitty; it's OK; it'll be all right; hold still little kitty........." It took about three minutes to hold her back and pull all the string out. Like reverse fishing. She didn't like that idea one bit, as she had nearly finished her plan. She was OK. I don't know why anyone owns these things.