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longbough · 09-13-2006, 03:47 AM

I have a charming cat story and a charming dog story - which sums it up for me ... Although I prefer dogs over cats - I'm probably more "bi."

1.) How my brother's cat wakes me up in the morning:

I was cat-sitting for my brother when he was away. In the morning Mackie, the cat, wanted to go out so he kept scratching the door. He had an indoor litterbox so I knew it wasn't an emergency and kept pretending I was asleep. Mackie then jumped on the bed and started meowing as if to say, "Hey, wake up!" I didn't stir. Then he jumped up onto a high bureau (I could hear him) - and started knocking items off to make noise. I still didn't stir.

But then it got quiet ... Obviously this cat was up to something, but I didn't know what. Suddenly this furry beast does this cannonball dive right onto my stomach - right over my bladder to be exact! What pain! I woke up with a big "YEOW!" Mackie won and I let him out.

I called my brother and, before I could finish the story, he said, "...Oh, did Mackie do the bladder dive on you? You're lucky. For me he'll get his paw and pry at one of my nostrils with a single claw."

2.) How my dog woke me up in the morning.

Oliver, my beloved border collie and late fur-friend, was the most even-tempered, considerate and smart animal I ever knew. Every night when I turned off my light to go to bed he'd always get up and check on me. I'd hear him come in the room and then I'd feel his furry face plop on my stomach so I can pet him a few times. Then he'd go back to his bed.

In the morning, if Oliver wanted to wake me up, he'd come in the room and sit staring at me face-to-face. He wouldn't bark (he only barked at strangers coming to the house) but would wait patiently. I'd pretend to sleep and, opening my eyelids just a "hair" I could see him looking at me. Then he'd nudge his face close to mine and touch his cold nose to mine. Oliver would remain there with his face on my pillow nose-to-nose for a minute ... then he'd sigh a periodically and wait patiently until I got up.

Oliver wasn't a demanding animal at all ... he passed away unexpectedly almost 3 years ago and it still makes me cry. I miss him.

09-13-2006, 03:47 AM	#15 (permalink)
longbough Soylent Green is people. Location: Northern California	I have a charming cat story and a charming dog story - which sums it up for me ... Although I prefer dogs over cats - I'm probably more "bi." 1.) How my brother's cat wakes me up in the morning: I was cat-sitting for my brother when he was away. In the morning Mackie, the cat, wanted to go out so he kept scratching the door. He had an indoor litterbox so I knew it wasn't an emergency and kept pretending I was asleep. Mackie then jumped on the bed and started meowing as if to say, "Hey, wake up!" I didn't stir. Then he jumped up onto a high bureau (I could hear him) - and started knocking items off to make noise. I still didn't stir. But then it got quiet ... Obviously this cat was up to something, but I didn't know what. Suddenly this furry beast does this cannonball dive right onto my stomach - right over my bladder to be exact! What pain! I woke up with a big "YEOW!" Mackie won and I let him out. I called my brother and, before I could finish the story, he said, "...Oh, did Mackie do the bladder dive on you? You're lucky. For me he'll get his paw and pry at one of my nostrils with a single claw." 2.) How my dog woke me up in the morning. Oliver, my beloved border collie and late fur-friend, was the most even-tempered, considerate and smart animal I ever knew. Every night when I turned off my light to go to bed he'd always get up and check on me. I'd hear him come in the room and then I'd feel his furry face plop on my stomach so I can pet him a few times. Then he'd go back to his bed. In the morning, if Oliver wanted to wake me up, he'd come in the room and sit staring at me face-to-face. He wouldn't bark (he only barked at strangers coming to the house) but would wait patiently. I'd pretend to sleep and, opening my eyelids just a "hair" I could see him looking at me. Then he'd nudge his face close to mine and touch his cold nose to mine. Oliver would remain there with his face on my pillow nose-to-nose for a minute ... then he'd sigh a periodically and wait patiently until I got up. Oliver wasn't a demanding animal at all ... he passed away unexpectedly almost 3 years ago and it still makes me cry. I miss him. Last edited by longbough; 09-13-2006 at 03:51 AM..