Bobby Boucher
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I'm putting that on my desktop.
My buff loves fresh leaves.I had a cat that loved weed. He hated being around smoke, but he loved him some fresh leaves. If he got into the grow room, he'd gnaw a bud right off the branch. He would pester me until I went in the grow room and get him a few leaves. Whenever I harvested, he got his cut. I'd give him fresh leaves and he would wolf them down. It was damn funny.
This.did Popeye buy her those? she never had tits in the show when i was little...
I'm putting that on my desktop.
This.
Total "Carpenter's Dream".
did Popeye buy her those? she never had tits in the show when i was little...
"People get dogs because they want to feel like a god. Other people get cats because they want to be waken up at 3am by a god demanding a sacrifice."
"Dogs have owners. Cats have attendants."
If cats could start a thread…”My person”.
Yeah. My little girl is really fat. She had some sort of accident that left her with a messed up hip when she was tiny. So she waddles when she walks. She can't jump and can only climb into my bed. I really don't see her living past 12 or 13 if I don't force her to slim down somehow.As my children grew up and moved out into the world on their own...the cats never went with them. I ended up with five cats of varying disposition and names.
Fuzzybutt lived stretched out under the grow lights, the plant above him with all the lower leaves frayed from him eating right off the plant.
Squidge made it to twenty, he followed me around and napped at my feet. Knowing he was the favorite while staying within my reach, he used my close proximity to take swipes at younger, larger cats as they passed by.
The captain got run over crossing the road he lived on for fourteen years. Not the largest cat, he was boss because he would not quit. Any argument with The Captain resulted in blood, his or the other guys did not matter.
Orcface was grossly overweight and had a stroke or heart attack, happened too fast to involve a vet.
Leaving Jingly, two pounds when soaking wet. His fur is so long it requires haircuts every four months to avoid mats. Brushing becomes impossible, especially since he hates brushing and haircuts. It takes two on a good day, three of us if a mat has actually forms.
No photo of The Captain. Jingly is only ten and may outlive me. The fat cats do not make it as long as these wiry little fellows.
If you can get your cat on olive oil it could save you thousands of dollars in vet bills and extend her life considerably.
If cats could start a thread…”My person”.