tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post114106592336159449..comments2007-04-13T01:20:50.905+02:00Curiosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06709533643158536650noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1145554897460639192006-04-20T19:41:00.000+02:002006-04-20T19:41:00.000+02:00MOM! We need to read Ulrich a lot more often! While we weren't looking, he got a baby sisfur! And the bowling bag-bath story... when's the last time you laffed that hard? <BR/>It's not *really* funny; I've had 3 bafs now. An Mom tooked me back to the pet store twice to get my nails trimmed, which meant riding in the car. (Most) Kitties don't belong in cars.Victor Tabbycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550868924719353914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141139540720635292006-02-28T16:12:00.000+01:002006-02-28T16:12:00.000+01:00OMG, Ullrick, what a terrible ordeal for you! Thank heavens you survived and feel up to writing all about it. We will definitely sign your NO BATH petition. And you must ask for a regular cat carrier (not a purse!!) It is beneath you to be carted around in that way.George, Tipper, Max &amp; Mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10777994303135246282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141130939871291992006-02-28T13:48:00.000+01:002006-02-28T13:48:00.000+01:00Dear Ullrik,<BR/><BR/>It honour you that you show such loyalty with Curiosa despite her attempt to frighten the poo out of you. <BR/><BR/>And I am very glad to hear that Vessa is welcome to you, and that she will be treated with love and understanding: She-who-must-be-obeyed (the Cat Farmers wife) has threatend to flog me alive if I have scared away Curiosa from our deal with my male chauvinist piggish suggestions.<BR/><BR/>The Cat FarmerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141117918252440202006-02-28T10:11:00.000+01:002006-02-28T10:11:00.000+01:00cat farmer, <BR/><BR/>this is ullrick. don't judge curiosa too harshly as i am a bit prone to exaggeration. curiosa does feel really bad about the whole thing, and she did mean well. the nice man at the "puddy" store wanted to see me, and she wanted me to get used to the bag (which I guess really is intended for kitties...despite the fact it does look like a bowling bag) so i wouldn't associate it with going to the vet. believe me, she does not intend to continue the habit of putting kitties in sacks. actually, i think vessa is quite lucky being the second child. i'm the lab rat, and she gets to reap the benefits of having curiosa make all of her mistakes on me. don't worry about vessa. curiosa loves me a lot and will love vessa a lot and promises no more sacks. and despite certain eccentricities, curiosa really is a good mother to kitties. <BR/><BR/>ullrickUllrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05032466589726139999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141109388035772122006-02-28T07:49:00.000+01:002006-02-28T07:49:00.000+01:00Curiosa Einstein,<BR/><BR/>What a terrible, cruel way to torture a poor little cat! You put kittens in sacks when you are about to drown them, neverever else.<BR/><BR/>And you are about to buy an even smaller kitten from me, do you plan to put her in sacks too?<BR/><BR/>I should poop and pee all over myself and force you to bath ME.<BR/><BR/>That should teach you.<BR/><BR/>The cat farmerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141108205697482102006-02-28T07:30:00.000+01:002006-02-28T07:30:00.000+01:00Oh dear...what a picture...we aren't laughing at you, but Mom thought the whole story was hilarious...~Merlin, Shadow, KO Koone of ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16719461712316798878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141099276688587402006-02-28T05:01:00.000+01:002006-02-28T05:01:00.000+01:00Oh man, sucks to be you.Orlando Bunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17111675766519911716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141093394217131982006-02-28T03:23:00.000+01:002006-02-28T03:23:00.000+01:00I'm very sorry that happened -- shh! Mama! Stop laughing, it's not funny!Athenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141089337298295582006-02-28T02:15:00.000+01:002006-02-28T02:15:00.000+01:00Why did she have to take you to the store? Your humum isn't thinking good and needs to learn that kitties just need to stay home. Home where they are safe and DRY.Derbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03428843507549128138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141084935633852792006-02-28T01:02:00.000+01:002006-02-28T01:02:00.000+01:00ULLRICK!!! What a terrible terrible ordeal for you! My orange fur has gone pale just picturing this horror. My human isn't helping by falling off her chair laughing. You will need years of counselling to get over this trauma. <BR/>I bet she thinks twice before she tries to put you in the red bag again. <BR/>Keep us up to date on your condition, I'm sending you lots of sympathy.Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20315322.post-1141074745328501262006-02-27T22:12:00.000+01:002006-02-27T22:12:00.000+01:00OH MY GOODNESS!! Good for you pooping and peeing in the purse. She should have known. And she should have known better than to leave a Wet Hat Cat in a bafroom with clay litter. And YOU having to pay the price for it. How HORRIBLEThe Meezershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05035027094894711341noreply@blogger.com