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Toby is a tabby cat, he’s graced these pages before. He is our oldest cat, or one of them, as his sister Pearl is the same age. They are about 12 years old. (©Sometimes, 2018)
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Doesn’ t Tobby’s back hurts? You saw how he cureled?If I did that I would brake myself in two, are you sure he’s o.k….
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there’s a furnace pipe right under where he’s laying, I think he’s cold. I never saw him quite that much curled up though. Is it cold where you are? It’s been bad cold all winter so far.
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Funnny thing, my mother actually puts a sheet on top of the dog to get her cozy, freaking dog sleaps warmer than I do……… I stilll hate her
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haha she my kind of person…be nice to animals…some animals are nicer than some humans
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I agree that most animals are better than humans, but…. did you really see that? The freaking thing is like a baseball, it’ s just round, I’m just concern about her or his back, seems you don’t………
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he’s very flexible. I never saw a cat do that before either, but now I posted yet another photo of yet another cat…same position almost but Bob has more white fur than Toby.
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You got to get a dog
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We used to have dogs, my late husband loved dogs. In fact we had a cat named Tinkerbell that loved dogs…
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Tinkerbell…. really? And your late husband, how late was he? My theory is that you probably actually killed the poor man by your “bla bla bla”….. love ya
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bla bla bla….what??
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I did not name her Tinkerbell…I always called her Mrs. Tinky.
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just the same, but how in the world will he not get bad back?
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he is a cat…cats are tough cookies
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That’s what you say, to me it seems like a curl cookie
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you should sign up for yoga, then you will be able to curl up too
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Grandma…. you’ve just gone off road, nuts!
Still love ya though…..or maybe is a plot in your head to make me at easy when you actually want to kill me? You got to tell me, what is the secreat with the women, too much complicated
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a little yoga would be good for you…limber up the joints haha…
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Nope, I tried it once and almost broke my spine, no yoga
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tell the yoga people they have to be careful with you or you might break
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They should actually consider me for a speciall yoga
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OR maybe you could study with Jackie Chan … nah, I think that would be bad
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Sorry for Jacky then
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yeah I know…go easy on him
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like a fortune cookie?
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if I did have a dog it would be a big dog like a lab retriever. No wimpy little yappers for me.
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Oh! Toby is gorgeous. 🙂
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I have published pix of Toby several times, he is one of my most photogenic cats…his markings so so remarkable, symmetrical. His sister Pearl is all black.
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Isn’t it odd how litter mates can be so completely different?
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Toby’s Mom was an all-black cat named Pearl. That litter of four kittens included Toby, (my Pearl,) a black n white named Patrick…and an all grey boy named Panthro. They were first presented to sucker-me in an Easter basket my granddaughter brought out for her cousin to choose from. Cousin was not here. But our big cat Barney personally picked out Toby, who resembled him pretty much…and I just had to adopt little Pearl. Yep…a real eye-roller! 🙂 Cousin did adopt Patrick…and Panthro with a grandson.
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Oh how sneaky! LMAO I admit my decision to keep them all came after I lost my best four-legged friend. Kushie was the most amazing dog I have ever known and he LOVED the kittens. After he got out and was killed crossing our road, I couldn’t let the family, /my/ little family get any smaller.
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The kittens in the Easter basket has become part of family lore. The star of the episode was our old one-eyed cat Barney, who sauntered (right word) out to the where the kittens were hanging out and actually checked out all four then nosed Toby and chose him. Toby resembled Barney…sort of…
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Isn’t that odd. I don’t suppose Barney /could/ have been the Dad?
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No chance at all. Their Mom, Pearl, always lived 30 miles away in Cleveland. Actually Barney was a long-hair, and Toby a short hair, but their coloring is similar.
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Ah well, maybe he just liked Toby’s smell. 🙂
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could be the other kittens were distinctly different.
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Could be. 🙂
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Hi…been listening to your PM Turnbull at news conference with our #45.
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lol – And? He’s better looking than 45, and probably a whole lot more articulate, but he’s not /my/ PM. He’s proved himself to be just as self-serving as that creep Tony Abbott. 😦
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yes, he was smiling at least, and dodged questions about guns etc. He is better looking, too. Our trumpie just took the occasion to badmouth Obama.
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Yeah, Malcolm Turnbull has charisma, and for a while we thought he also had integrity. Seems he’s just another politician holding on to power any way he can.
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He looks great next to #45 🙂
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