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Except Wolfie never had this facial expression, even when she was fucking with my cats (and she never hurt a hair on their spoiled-rotten heads, mind you!) --- she ALWAYS smiled . How, when she had to spend 16 years being neglected by THEM (though I did my damnedest to make up for it, the five years I've been here), I have no fucking idea, but she was THE happiest goggie/wolf-hybrid hung of gorgeousness on the fucking planet. Nothing but a big, deep-furred, big-boneded, huge-pawed, wagging, panting, grinning hunk of pure unmitigated love, that girl, with gold-flecked-amber & brown eyes that also contained every natural color in the universe. When you looked into her eyes, it was like staring out into the entire universe, just breathtaking.
Sorry, it's that time of year. Bad anniversary just passed, bad anniversaries lurking around the corner, and I will ALWAYS miss this amazing creature who blessed my life for far too short a time. I also miss the ferals that I couldn't save, or the run-over cat that I couldn't save, or the ones the BAD vet overdosed 'cause she HATES ferals and poor people (i.e., NOT *MY* VET!!!), and the gorgeous and SO loving beautiful Roberta cat, who is now part of U.S. 61, b/c I placed her with the WRONNNGG people --- and all of the babies here @ L'Hotel du Fucktards that I have either fed, treated, and/or hand-raised, en route to the snip-snip; especiall my babies Smudge, Tommie, and Craig, who were all hand-raised and the 2 boys fucking LOVED ME; Tommie Two-Toes was a complete sociopath, but then, most female cats ARE. And I am hoping that Mentis, my very favorite tech genius, will be able to resurrect those pictures (from teh TNR adventures/Cat Haven neuters) when I work-up the guts to extract Ol' Bessie's hard drive. I know, I shoulda done it a MONTH ago, but I'z iz skeered. Bite me. I shouldn't be hocking-up a lung every 20 minutes, either, but I AM.
Anyway, I wanted to share this great kitteh/goggie pikshur wif y'all, 'cause it made me smile.
And if somebody will figure out a way to extract 60 lbs of infected/virulent SNOT out of my head & lungs, I will happily take out my partial and blow/eat them, even though I'm retired. Yes, it's THAT BAD. But my Rich Girl From Spain Rheumatologist SWEARS that I "don't have" sarcoid right now. Honey, you ALWAYS have teh sarcoid, it's just when you get lucky and stay in remission that WORKS, is all. I know that I bellyache about my ailments all the fucking time, probably alienate a lot of people doing that, but when you live alone, as much comfort & succor as teh kittehs give, it's not quite the same as being able to whimper a HUMAN into making you hot tea or a Toaster Strudel 'cause you can't stay upright long enough to use a toaster.
Can't let these two chirrens use the toaster anymore, anyway, they keep dropping forks down in there...
At least, that's the excuse that LandSkanky used to "explain" how HER boss's NEVER-MAINTANED, low-rent, sub-spec, sub-reg OVERRATED SLUM managed to ELECTROCUTE Ol' Bessie. Obviously, MY computer exploding has NOTHING to do with SHITTY ELECTRICAL WORK, ohhhh, noooooo... and the general contractors & drywall installers NEVER hired unqualified illegal migrant labor to work on this hellhole in the FIRST fucking place, either. RIIIIIIIGHT.
BTW, to all my cat people out there --- is it just me, or can Y'ALL never get from stove/microwave/toaster oven/fridge/wherever TO THE PLACE WHERE YOU SIT TO EAT, without the food INSTANTANEOUSLY attracting/attaching at least SIXTY CAT HAIRS?!?!?!? It can't be JUST ME, can it?
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