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WE MADE
INTO THE YEAR 2000
HAPPY NEW YEAR READERS
TOM
(TO MUCH NEW YEAR)
KEEP A EYE ON YOUR CAT
LITTLE TIM WAS IN
THE GARDEN FILLING IN A HOLE WHEN HIS
NEIGHBOR PEERED OVER THE FENCE.
INTERESTED IN WHAT
THE CHEEK-FACED YOUNGSTER WAS UP TO,
HE POLITELY ASKED, "WHAT ARE YOU UP TO THERE, TIM?"
"MY GOLDFISH
DIED," REPLIED TIM TEARFULLY, WITHOUT
LOOKING UP, "AND I'VE JUST BURIED HIM.
THE NEIGHBOR WAS
CONCERNED, "THAT'S AN AWFULLY BIG
HOLE FOR A GOLDFISH, ISN'T IT?"
TIM PATTED DOWN THE LAST
HEAP OF EARTH THEN REPLIED,
THAT'S BECAUSE HE'S INSIDE YOUR STUPID CAT. thanks Dot P
CARTOON
ON THE MONTH
IS THIS YOUR CAT??
CLICK ON CAT
BACK TO RETURN
REFRESH--TO RESTART ALL
ANIMATIONS
SO
YOU WANT TO BE A CAT OWNER HUH?
FIRSTLY,
YOU DON'T OWN A CAT. IT OWNS YOU WHEN YOU FIRST FALL IN LOVE WITH US, PLEASE REMEMBER THIS:
IT'S HARD TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AS A LEAN - MEAN HUNTING MACHINE
WITH A NAME LIKE FLUFFY WE PREFER TO BE CALLED "TIGER" OR
"SPIKE".
FORGET THOSE OTHER SISSY NAMES LIKE "BUBBLES", "POM POM",
"MUNCHKINS".
WE DEFINITELY WON'T COME WHEN YOU CALL US.
WHEN
WE BRING IN A MOUSE OR SOME OTHER UN-IDENTIFYING CRITTER WE EXPECT
YOU TO EAT IT. WE ARE GOOD HUNTERS TOO YOU KNOW. MAYBE NOT AS GOOD
AS YOU THOUGH. WE SEE YOU GO OUT HUNTING ONCE A WEEK AND RETURNING
WITH BAGS OF GOODIES. JUST REMEMBER YOU WON'T LET US GO OUT OF THE YARD.
AND
ANOTHER THING
PLEASE
CLEAN OUT LITTER BOX MORE OFTEN, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO KEEP
STEPPING IN LITTLE TOOTSIE ROLLS ALL THE TIME.
JUST
BECAUSE WE ACT NONCHALANT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOESN'T MEAN WE DON'T
WATCH YOUR BODY LANGUAGE. I GUESS YOU HUMANS NEED TO LEARN OURS.
WHEN
YOU BEND DOWN AND SMILE AT ME WATCH MY TAIL, IF IT IS COMPLETELY
STRAIGHT IT MEANS I AM THRILLED TO SEE YOU
WHEN YOU START BANGING THINGS AROUND I KNOW YOU ARE ANGRY, SO I HIDE.
IF YOU SEE MY TAIL TWITCHING THEN YOU BETTER HIDE.
WHEN
YOU SHIFT FROM FOOT TO FOOT, TRYING TO MAKE A DECISION, I WAG
MY TAIL TILL I DECIDE, CAN'T HELP IF IT GETS OUT OF CONTROL, SOMETIMES
I GET SO MAD, BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO GO OUT OR COME IN THEN
MY TAIL REALLY PICKS UP SPEED.
AND
PLEASE DON'T SEND ME OUTSIDE TO SLEEP WHEN YOU HAVE OVERNIGHT
GUESTS, MOST OF THEM HAVE SMELLY FEET ANYWAYS.
I DON'T WANT TO BE A JUNKYARD CAT. JUST LOVE ME, FEED ME, AND CATER TO
TO MY EVERY WHIM.
NOW
IF I REALLY GET MAD, I PLAY GAMES
MONKEY
BUSINESS
A
POLICE OFFICER CAME UPON A TERRIBLE WRECK WHERE THE DRIVER
AND PASSENGER HAD BEEN HURT SERIOUSLY.
AS HE LOOKED UPON THE WRECKAGE A LITTLE MONKEY CAME OUT OF
BRUSH AND HOPPED AROUND THE CRASHED CAR.
THE
OFFICER LOOKED DOWN AT THE MONKEY AND SAID "I WISH YOU COULD
TALK. "THE MONKEY LOOKED UP AT THE OFFICER AND SHOOK HIS HEAD UP
AND DOWN.
"YOU CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING?" ASKED THE OFFICER. AGAIN, THE
MONKEY SHOOK HIS HEAD UP AND DOWN.
"WELL,
DID YOU SEE THIS?" "YES," MOTIONED THE MONKEY.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" THE MONKEY PRETENDED TO HAVE A CAN IN HIS HAND
AND TURNED IT UP TO HIS MOUTH.
"THEY
WERE DRINKING?" ASKED THE OFFICER. "YES." MOTIONED THE MONKEY.
AND WHAT ELSE ASKED THE POLICE OFFICER? THE MONKEY THREW HIS HEAD
BACK AND CLOSED HIS EYES. THEY WERE PASSED OUT ASKED THE OFFICER?
"YES," MOTIONED THE MONKEY.
NOW WAIT A MINUTE SAID THE OFFICER, IF THEY HAD BEEN DRINKING AND HAD
PASSED OUT. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
"DRIVING"
MOTIONED THE MONKEY.
PET'S
OF THE MONTH SUBMITTED
BY READER: TARA MURPHY
BRANDY (LEFT) AND GIZM0 (RIGHT)
BRANDY SINGING AND GIZMO SWOONING.
YOU KNOW YOU HAVE A
BIG DOG WHEN:
THE SOUND OF RUNNING
WATER MAKES YOU JUMP UP
AND YELL "GET OUTSIDE!"
YOU TELL YOUR DOG TO SIT, AND HE WALKS AROUND
UNTIL HE FINDS A COMFORTABLE CHAIR.
IT TAKES 3 PEOPLE AND A BOY TO PUT YOUR DOG
ON THE SCALE AT THE VETS.
YOUR WALK YOUR DOG AND EVERYONE KNOWS HIM
BY NAME, BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE.
HE STEPS ON YOUR FOOT AND IT FEELS LIKE IT WAS RUN
OVER BY A SEMI.
YOU OWN A DOG CAPABLE OF PULLING SOMEONE FROM A
PORT-A-POTTY.
YOU CARRY A TAPE MEASURE WITH YOU WHEN SHOPPING
FOR A NEW CAR.
YOU KEEP AT ONE COLOR-CODED "DROLL TOWEL IN
IN EVERY ROOM OF YOUR HOUSE.
AFTER BANISHING YOUR HUSBAND, THE SNORING IN YOUR
BEDROOM STILL KEEPS YOU AWAKE.
YOU ARE HIKING WITH A FRIEND WHO LATER SUGGESTS THAT YOU OUGHT TO
HAVE A ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT STUDY DONE ON THE DOG.
YOU TOSS YOUR DOG A BALL AND CRINGE WHEN HE
ALMOST HITS HIS HEAD ON THE TOP OF THE DOORWAY.
YOU TAKE YOUR DOG FOR A RIDE AND HE RESTS HIS HEAD
ON YOUR ARM, CAUSING YOU TO MAKE RANDOM RIGHT TURNS.
YOU HAVE GIVEN UP ON WATER BOWLS AND JUST USE THE BATHTUB.
YOU GO TO VACUUM YOUR CAR AND MOST TO THE FUR IS UP ON
ON THE CEILING .
THE MONTHLY DOG FOOD BUDGET EXCEEDS YOUR HOME MORTGAGE PAYMENT.
YOUR VETERINARIAN HAS BEEN ABLE PURCHASE A SWIMMING
POOL, BUILD A LARGE HOME, BUY A NEW BOAT AND A VACATION
HOME IN FLORIDA.
THE PIZZA DELIVERY PEOPLE TELL YOU TO MEET THEM AT THE
END OF THE DRIVEWAY.
YOUR DOG ROMPS AROUND THE HOUSE AND YOUR NEIGHBOR
CALLS 911 REPORTING A IMPENDING EARTHQUAKE.
ARE
YOU A VIEWER OR A DOER ??
ALL
IT TAKES IS A COUPLE OF CLICKS. CLICK
PLEASE
DO YOUR BIT, IT TAKES A FEW SECONDS OF YOUR TIME
BLUEWATER
BAY--THE ONLY REMNANTS OF MONDAY'S BATTLE IN THE
FRONT YARD OF THE BLUEWATER BAY DUPLEX ARE FLATTENED SHRUBS
AND A BUSTED DRAINPIPE.
THE WILDLY BEATING WINGS OF A HUNGRY HAWK AND THE SHRILL
CRIES OF THE TINY DOG ARE GONE.
BUT IF YOU LISTENED HARD ENOUGH TUESDAY, YOU MIGHT STILL MAKE
OUT ONE FIERCE SHRIEK RINGING OUT OVER THE COZY PANHANDLE
COMMUNITY OF NICEVILLE.
"DROP THE CHIHUAHUA!"
SANDY, ARTIST AND DOG OWNER, DIDN'T KNOW WHY BANDITA FROZE
AT THE END OF HER MONDAY WALK. ANNOYED BY THE IDEA HER
3-YEAR OLD CHIHUAHUA WAS PLAYING "ONE OF HER STUBBORN DOG
GAMES," SANDY TUGGED HER 5-FOOT LEASH.
IN A SWOOSH, BANDITA WAS AIRBORNE, CLUTCHED IN THE TALONS
OF A HAWK. THE BIRD, LATER IDENTIFIED BY VETERINARIANS AS A
JUVENILE RED-TAILED HAWK, HAD EVIDENTLY RESORTED TO PRAYING
ON PETS BECAUSE OF A WING INJURY.
SANDY SAID SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE INS AND OUTS OF WHY A
A HAWK WAS LYING IN WAIT IN HER NEIGHBOR'S BUSHES. SHE HAD A
6-POUND CHIHUAHUA TO LIBERATE.
"HERE I AM YELLING, 'DROP THE CHIHUAHUA! DROP THE CHIHUAHUA'"
SHE SAID. "I AM SURPRISED I DIDN'T SCARE THE HAWK AWAY. I HAD NO
IDEA THEY HAD THAT MUCH TENACITY--I'VE BEEN HUNGRY BEFORE,
BUT I'VE NEVER HELD ON TO FOOD THAT MUCH."
SANDY DID WHAT ANY OTHER 61-YEAR OLD GRANDMOTHER WOULD DO
WHEN HER BELOVED PET FACED BECOMING A MEAL FOR A 3-POUND
HAWK WITH 2-INCH TALONS: SHE BEAT THE BIRD INTO SUBMISSION.
AFTER A BLOW TO THE HEAD, THE BIRD DROPPED TO THE GROUND--
ITS CLAWS STILL IN BANDITA--AND SANDY STOMPED HER FOOT INTO ITS
BELLY. WHEN THAT DIDN'T WORK, THE GRANDMOTHER YANKED THE
LEASH, AND ALL ANIMALS ATTACHED TO IT, INTO THE HOUSE,
JOCKEYING UNTIL THE HAWK'S LEGS WERE LINED UP WITH THE DOOR
JAMB. A FEW DOOR SLAMS, AND A WOUNDED BANDITA WAS FREE.
SANDY COLLECTED HER POOCH AND RUSHED IT TO THE VETERINARIAN.
SHORTLY AFTER BANDITA'S SCRAPES AND PUNCTURE WOUNDS HAD
BEEN TENDED, THE VET'S DOOR OPENED UP BY MEMBERS OF THE
AUDUBON SOCIETY. THE HAWK LOST ONLY ONE FEATHER AND IS
EXPECTED TO MAKE A FULL RECOVERY.
SAD,
BUT TRUE
A DOG SITS WAITING
A DOG SITS WAITING
IN THE COLD AUTUMN SUN
TO FAITHFUL TO LEAVE, TO FRIGHTENED TO RUN.
HE'S BEEN HERE FOR
DAYS NOW WITH NOTHING TO DO
BUT SIT BY THE ROAD, WAITING FOR YOU.
HE CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY YOU LEFT HIM THAT DAY.
HE THOUGHT YOU AND HE WERE STOPPING TO PLAY.
HE'S SURE YOU'LL
COME BACK, AND THAT'S WHY HE STAYS
HOW LONG WILL HE SUFFER? HOW MANY MORE DAYS?
HIS LEGS HAVE GROWN
WEAK, HIS THROAT IS PARCHED AND DRY.
HE'S SICK NOW FROM HUNGER, AND FALLS WITH A SIGH.
HE LAYS DOWN HIS
HEAD AND CLOSES HIS EYES.
I WISH YOU ALL COULD SEE HOW A WAITING DOG DIES.
IT HAPPENS EVERY
DAY.
I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL AND
PROSPEROUS
NEW YEAR. PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR COMMENTS, AND
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