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Jennifer E. Thomas
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It's almost like there are these periods where our relationship is smooth and steady, and then there are times when it's like standing on the edge of this gorgeous, wonderful waterfall and just letting yourself drop, knowing that there's a safe pool of water ready to catch you at bottom. You take the plunge and you're in wayyyy over your head, but oh man, it's exhilarating, it's breathtaking, it's just incredible and you feel better than you ever have before and the water is cool and refreshing and exactly what you needed.

Sam is my waterfall.

- LJ entry from 8/2005


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Enough is ENOUGH!

Pixel has been a happy camper since winter began to set in. Living out here in the boonies, amidst tons of fields, what happens is that the field mice all move in to the houses in the area for the duration. Doesn't matter how perfect a housekeeper you are, you get mice in the winter. Rural Texas living, gotta love it.

Anyhoo, Pixel has become quite the mouser these last couple of weeks, which, under normal, ordinary circumstances, I wouldn't complain about.

What I AM going to complain about is her penchant for depositing mouse corpses on my bed.

EW, okay?

Borderline symptom of the day: awakeawake

When I was about three, my parents and I lived in rural Vermont. We had this cat named Kitty (NEVER let your two-year-old name a cat; I was probably just pointing and identifying the creature before me, not handing out a handle), and she was a vicious hunter.

...as evidenced by the positively huge jackrabbit we found under my bed. On the second floor. Which none of us had seen her drag in, let alone drag upstairs and into my room.

I miss her; we were best friends. She died about ten years ago at the ripe old age of about 20. Badass cat, who loved me dearly; countless hours spent petting her on the couch while I'd read or watch TV, wake up every morning with her sleeping on my back or curled up on my legs.
I miss her.

But she's showing you how much she loves you. *G*

Ah, the gifts of love-- they're not always fragrant.

LOL! Gotta love kitties. :-)

She's payin' her share of the rent!

Or giving tribute!

Or...or...or tithing!!

(Seriously, when there's enough to go around, she just wants to make sure you stay well fed.)

She loves you and wants you to know what a great hunter she is. Also, she brings prey home to the pack. You are pack leader. Live with it and tell her she is a wonderful hunter, and get rid of it as soon as you can without hurting her feelings.

Oh, we praise her to the heavens and pet her and love her and tell her she's a mighty huntress.

I STILL don't want little dead critters on my bed!

EW! :D

If my mother wasn't deathly allergic to cats, I'd so have one. My backyard is basically a small field so we get the mice, too. *sigh*

At least when I was little she wasn't allergic, so when we brought our one cat into the basement for the winter, we had mouse free winters. That cat was awesome! She'd PLAY with the mice for hours. Catch them, let them go and think they were getting away, catch them again, repeat till she got bored and then one shake of her head and they were dead. Only one mouse ever got away from her and it still died in under 5 minutes of running from her.

She died when she got a mouse that had been in the neighbors garage eating rat poison. :(