Where in the World is Bob Saget?

[StarWarsGirl]

Your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) is similar to mine.

I've actually been on a regular sleep schedule this week. Been going to bed at midnight and waking up between 7 and 8. I don't sleep well on this schedule and fully intend to catch up on sleep this weekend (I might nap after my test tomorrow). Been trying to get on a more consistent sleep schedule since over the summer I'll have to be up by 7:30 2-3 days a week during the summer, though on my off days I'll still sleep until 10, and then next semester I'll have to be up by 8:00, which isn't horrible, but still. It was the only way to make sure I got the professors I wanted

 

[StarWarsGirl]

I miss my cat.

I know your one passed away a while back; are you without a cat completely?

 

[englanddg]

I got her when she was 4 weeks old, she was an abandoned stray. She passed at 15.

The night she passed, she crawled into bed with me. I woke up to her...stiff already. A bit creepy, but also touching when you think about it.

It was a very sad day. Week...month...

Sad...

I still haven't decided to get another cat or not...

 

[JenniferS]

I miss my cat.

In the space of five months, we lost Kelso (our 4 1/2 year old Shih tzu), my mom, and Jack (named after Leo's character in Titanic - our 13 1/2 year old tabby).
A couple of months later, we got Max and Penny.

Holly, a toy -a-poo is now 11 1/2, and I can't imagine what our home will be like without her. She is the best dog ever. Never barks, never begs for food, never leaves the yard (even if one of the kids leaves the gate open), never gets in the garbage, never chases the cats ....

Santa brought her Christmas Eve 2002, with the name Holly already engraved on her tag. Apparently he overheard the boys discussing the name "Rabies" if they were to ever get a puppy.

 

[JenniferS]

I got her when she was 4 weeks old, she was an abandoned stray. She passed at 15.

The night she passed, she crawled into bed with me. I woke up to her...stiff already. A bit creepy, but also touching when you think about it.

It was a very sad day. Week...month...

Sad...

I still haven't decided to get another cat or not...

Get one.
Better yet, get two!

 

[englanddg]

Get one.
Better yet, get two!

I've thought about it.

When I called the kid to tell her Ana had passed, she cried for many nights (according to her mother)...

They loved each other very much. She (Ana) used to sleep at the foot of her (kiddo) toddler bed, and later on her head when she'd visit (like she (Ana) would sleep on my head...not sure where that came from).

Maybe when she visits later this year we'll go find a new cat. One thing that irritates me (having cared for a lot of young kittens in my life) is that it's been deemed "proper" that you can't adopt generally until the kitten is 8 weeks.

That's really not ideal. 4 - 6 weeks is the best time to form a bond...

 

[Gabe1]

I just keep telling myself "One more week. Just pass statistics and you'll never have to take it again."

I just showed this to my DD, the Math and Statistics Major. She says she feels your pain.

 

[englanddg]

I just showed this to my DD, the Math and Statistics Major. She says she feels your pain.

Damned lies and statistics.

 

[Gabe1]

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These are the two that don't really get along. Penny (the kitty) has been known to nip poor Holly for no reason. She also pins the dog down and licks her throat area; preparing the puncture site I presume.

Not sure where Max is. She's the one who is usually glued to Holly's side. She also chases her sister off when she spies Penny stalking Holly.

I have that couch in my Family Room sister friend! Same color and everything! One is a couch and the other is a love seat.

 

[englanddg]

I have that couch in my Family Room sister friend! Same color and everything!

You really shouldn't buy things off the back of trucks.

 

[StarWarsGirl]

I got her when she was 4 weeks old, she was an abandoned stray. She passed at 15.

The night she passed, she crawled into bed with me. I woke up to her...stiff already. A bit creepy, but also touching when you think about it.

It was a very sad day. Week...month...

Sad...

I still haven't decided to get another cat or not...

Take your time. Eventually getting another cat may help you move on, but letting the wounds heal helps.

We had Mischief, our first tuxedo, who died at 16 when I was 9. That was tough. He'd been there since I was a baby, even slept in my crib. We still had our tabby, Moxie, so we didn't get another cat until he passed away three years later at 10 years old. After he passed, it took us a full year to get another cat. Our current cat, Belle, was traumatized and would have been difficult for them to adopt had we not taken her. She's extremely sweet, but it took her a long time to fully warm up and we had to work with her. Her previous owners were not good owners, and when we first got her she wouldn't leave the bathroom where we let her out for 3 days, then wouldn't leave the (finished) basement for over a week, and then every time we walked by she would shrink back. We think that she would go into hiding and her previous owners would haul her out. We just ignored her. I'd go down to the basement and pet her in the morning, but after that we let her come to us. Until one day I was sitting at the top of the steps and she came up and plopped down on my lap. After that she was fine. She's very much my cat, and I'm probably going to have to take her with me when I move out. It was nice to get a cat that seemed to need us as much as we needed her.

 

[JenniferS]

I have that couch in my Family Room sister friend! Same color and everything! One is a couch and the other is a love seat.

Mine is Ashley Furniture brand.

While it's very comfortable, Holly's old bones require an extra pillow to sleep on. It also doesn't help that, at 7 lbs, she's a pound or two underweight. No extra puppy padding.

 

[StarWarsGirl]

Get one.
Better yet, get two!

Or two

 

[JenniferS]

You really shouldn't buy things off the back of trucks.

That's generally good advice.

I always cringe when I see pick-up trucks @ the side of the road, with hand painted plywood signs promising "Fresh Seafood".
I always envision a midnight trip to Emerg with a nasty case of food poisoning.

 

[englanddg]

Take your time. Eventually getting another cat may help you move on, but letting the wounds heal helps.

We had Mischief, our first tuxedo, who died at 16 when I was 9. That was tough. He'd been there since I was a baby, even slept in my crib. We still had our tabby, Moxie, so we didn't get another cat until he passed away three years later at 10 years old. After he passed, it took us a full year to get another cat. Our current cat, Belle, was traumatized and would have been difficult for them to adopt had we not taken her. She's extremely sweet, but it took her a long time to fully warm up and we had to work with her. Her previous owners were not good owners, and when we first got her she wouldn't leave the bathroom where we let her out for 3 days, then wouldn't leave the (finished) basement for over a week, and then every time we walked by she would shrink back. We think that she would go into hiding and her previous owners would haul her out. We just ignored her. I'd go down to the basement and pet her in the morning, but after that we let her come to us. Until one day I was sitting at the top of the steps and she came up and plopped down on my lap. After that she was fine. She's very much my cat, and I'm probably going to have to take her with me when I move out. It was nice to get a cat that seemed to need us as much as we needed her.

Ana spent a lot of time around Stophie when I was traveling. Stophie (or Aristophanes) was my mothers cat. They weren't very close until my Dad adopted a stray they call Boots. Boots...is a large tuxedo. Stophie was a runt we adopted as a family in 91 in Seattle.

Stophie passed last year (about 2 months before Ana). Even though both were "spayed/neutered", I'm convinced they had come to love each other. Their bond was strengthened when my Dad adopted a stray who came around the house named "Boots"...Boots is a big tuxedo cat, and cross eyed, and in many ways thinks he's a dog. He's needy, he's grumpy (not in a cat way, more like a dog "pay attention to me NOW" way) and likes to start fights (he's territorial).

Ana was fine when I left for WDW last year, and sent her back to my parents to stay for the 2.5 weeks I was out on vacation (we always thought that was better than a kennel)...

But, Stophie (who was 22) had already passed the month before. My Mom said she kept looking for him around the house where he used to hang out (his hot pad, his fluffy pillow in front of the gas fireplace, his "step" on the staircase he's claimed since they bought the house back in 94.)...

When she came back to me, she was fine for about a week, and then started losing weight rapidly. It just happened so fast. I had actually planned to take her to the vet that week.

I am partially convinced it was depression on her part.

I still miss her. I'd welcome another kitty into my life, but she was there with me for so much. Traveling the US together (I had a Dodge Neon with split back seats, and put her litter tray in the trunk, and we traveled all over...only annoyance, she liked to try and sleep at my feet by the pedals...but more often than not she'd fall asleep in the rear window sunning herself)...

 

[MinnieM123]

Ana spent a lot of time around Stophie when I was traveling. Stophie (or Aristophanes) was my mothers cat. They weren't very close until my Dad adopted a stray they call Boots. Boots...is a large tuxedo. Stophie was a runt we adopted as a family in 91 in Seattle.

Stophie passed last year (about 2 months before Ana). Even though both were "spayed/neutered", I'm convinced they had come to love each other. Their bond was strengthened when my Dad adopted a stray who came around the house named "Boots"...Boots is a big tuxedo cat, and cross eyed, and in many ways thinks he's a dog. He's needy, he's grumpy (not in a cat way, more like a dog "pay attention to me NOW" way) and likes to start fights (he's territorial).

Ana was fine when I left for WDW last year, and sent her back to my parents to stay for the 2.5 weeks I was out on vacation (we always thought that was better than a kennel)...

But, Stophie (who was 22) had already passed the month before. My Mom said she kept looking for him around the house where he used to hang out (his hot pad, his fluffy pillow in front of the gas fireplace, his "step" on the staircase he's claimed since they bought the house back in 94.)...

When she came back to me, she was fine for about a week, and then started losing weight rapidly. It just happened so fast. I had actually planned to take her to the vet that week.

I am partially convinced it was depression on her part.

I still miss her. I'd welcome another kitty into my life, but she was there with me for so much. Traveling the US together (I had a Dodge Neon with split back seats, and put her litter tray in the trunk, and we traveled all over...only annoyance, she liked to try and sleep at my feet by the pedals...but more often than not she'd fall asleep in the rear window sunning herself)...

Your cat had a wonderful, long life thanks to your loving care. No one could have done better. When the time is right for you to think of bringing another cat home, you will know. There is no time frame for this; it is different for all of us who have lost a pet. Lastly, an observation based upon my own personal experience: if you do choose to look for another pet, remember that you don't find the pet—the pet will find you.

 

[MinnieM123]

We have a very expensive turntable. Never had an 8 track, but we did unload the dual cassette thing when we bought a CD thingamabob. Don't see the turntable ever leaving.

From what I've read, the real music officionados stand by vinyl as still being the premium for sound. So, hang on to your high-end turntable, as it is probably increasing in value.

 

[NYwdwfan]

My 17 year old nephew recently borrowed my dad's old turntable and started buying vinyl records off of Amazon. The ones he wanted were pretty expensive so he would save up and buy them slowly. He mainly bought The Beatles and Pink Floyd. He also took my old albums from my parents' house so has quite a bit of The Rolling Stones, The Monkees and Bon Jovi. (Don't judge). He nearly fainted the day I told him I had 5 early Green Day EPs he could have. I quickly gained "favorite Aunt status".

 

[trr1]

I got her when she was 4 weeks old, she was an abandoned stray. She passed at 15.

The night she passed, she crawled into bed with me. I woke up to her...stiff already. A bit creepy, but also touching when you think about it.

It was a very sad day. Week...month...

Sad...

I still haven't decided to get another cat or not...

Get one.
Better yet, get two!

My wifes aunt and uncle have 8 cats and their twin daughters have 7 and ther son and d-i-l have 5 and a weiner dog and a 2 month old child

 

[Lucky]

My wifes aunt and uncle have 8 cats and their twin daughters have 7 and ther son and d-i-l have 5 and a weiner dog and a 2 month old child

Thanks - now I feel more normal with only 4.