Shelter. Irresponsible owner leaves cat, cat goes to shelter. Randie needs to stop being a doormat. Amazingly there are people out there who want terrorist cats. ..we just adopted one out actually.
Twinkie going to a shelter may not solve the problem. Suppose someone local adopts Twinkie and he runs away and finds Randie. Then you’re back to square one.
Perhaps Twinkie would like to stay with Durke, in a nice, familiar place?
Otherwise, yeah… Grace. Twinkie and Grace are obviously soul-mates, from whatever stygian realm such souls are found.
Meem… Twinkie, the terrorist cat… shreds arms of volunteers at local shelter. News at 11. My kitty was a shelter kitty, too. But she is much more lovable than Twinkie.
Beetles…. Hee hee.
Yat… ’tis true… the little punk would beat a bath back to her door… just sniff the air and follow the sardine and linseed oil to her new place.
Rat… Oooo… good one! Although I think it’d be a bit expensive to ship Twinkie to Canada (where Durke is living). But they deserve each other.
I can see this turning into a vignette of scenes where Randie tries to abandon Twinkie to various places and owners, only to have the little bugger return to her every time.
Sing along, folks: “But…the…CAT CAME BACK! The very next day!”
Dada… Ha! yes… the cat who wouldn’t leave! A terrifying scenario, indeed! But then again, I expect this sort of thing from you… being a monster guy and all…
I know that song, Dada. Haven’t heard it for years.
Probably the best way Randie can be rid of Twinkie is to love him into boredom. He’s the kind of cat who’s only happy with other people’s misery. If Randie starts a war of kindness with Twinkie, he’s sure to lose; he’s unarmed.
Pete… no doubt! War of kindness with Twinkie? Yes, that’s like Lincoln’s quote… the best way to destroy an enemy it to make a friend of him… paraphrased of course.
1 Twinkie + 1 bag + 5 rocks + 1 river = NO PROBLEM
Serves the soulless hellspawn right.
(And yes, I used to own a cat. The vitriol IS justified.)
Shelter. Irresponsible owner leaves cat, cat goes to shelter. Randie needs to stop being a doormat. Amazingly there are people out there who want terrorist cats. ..we just adopted one out actually.
Maybe Grace would like a cat.
Twinkie going to a shelter may not solve the problem. Suppose someone local adopts Twinkie and he runs away and finds Randie. Then you’re back to square one.
Perhaps Twinkie would like to stay with Durke, in a nice, familiar place?
Otherwise, yeah… Grace. Twinkie and Grace are obviously soul-mates, from whatever stygian realm such souls are found.
Mage… ooo, you are harsh!
Meem… Twinkie, the terrorist cat… shreds arms of volunteers at local shelter. News at 11. My kitty was a shelter kitty, too. But she is much more lovable than Twinkie.
Beetles…. Hee hee.
Yat… ’tis true… the little punk would beat a bath back to her door… just sniff the air and follow the sardine and linseed oil to her new place.
Rat… Oooo… good one! Although I think it’d be a bit expensive to ship Twinkie to Canada (where Durke is living). But they deserve each other.
Yat– then you call the shelter again.
I can see this turning into a vignette of scenes where Randie tries to abandon Twinkie to various places and owners, only to have the little bugger return to her every time.
Sing along, folks: “But…the…CAT CAME BACK! The very next day!”
Chug… and again, and again….
Dada… Ha! yes… the cat who wouldn’t leave! A terrifying scenario, indeed! But then again, I expect this sort of thing from you… being a monster guy and all…
I know that song, Dada. Haven’t heard it for years.
Probably the best way Randie can be rid of Twinkie is to love him into boredom. He’s the kind of cat who’s only happy with other people’s misery. If Randie starts a war of kindness with Twinkie, he’s sure to lose; he’s unarmed.
Pete… no doubt! War of kindness with Twinkie? Yes, that’s like Lincoln’s quote… the best way to destroy an enemy it to make a friend of him… paraphrased of course.