IN MEMORY OF POPCORN
"Mil's Popcorn" was born Nov. 21, 1988. She left us today, April 25, 2007. She was a shaded silver Persian, a beautiful, loving companion for nearly 19 years. "PC," shown here in her PFD on the deck of Jim and Carol Allen's Chris-Craft in San Diego, was a great boat cat, and more importantly, she was the essence of "Good Company." We are thankful for the beautiful "Princess Cat" who graced our lives for so many years with unconditional love and loyalty.
Thank you, Miss Popcorn, for the wonderful memories; you are with us always.
--Jim and Carol Allen
Suck It up, Cupcake
There were probably many, many times over the years when I may have disturbed you, troubled you, pestered you, irritated you, bugged you, or got on your nerves.
So today I just wanted to tell you.........
Suck It up, "Cupcake"
Cause there are NO changes planned for the future
No, I Haven't Seen Your Lipstick!
"Why would you even ask me that?
Every time something goes missing around here, everybody looks at me!
For your information, I don't even wear that shade - it doesn't flatter my complexion and it tastes terrible."
PLEASE? -- This is Slag. He needs a new home as his father person is being deployed and his mother person, who has to move, will not be able to take Slag with her. Slag, a rotti/lab mix, is three years old, weighs 85 pounds, is neutered, microshipped, up-to-date medically, is housebroken and crate-trained. Slag gets along with cats and female dogs; he has not been aggressive with humans. Please consider adopting Slag. If you need more information, contact Maggie Horning: (804) 920-0156 or
ABC Marine's Max
A Letter To The Furkids (And To Some People) by Annonymous
The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.
Dear Dogs and Cats
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for its becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine/feline attendance is not required.
The proper order for kissing is 1)kiss me first, then 2) go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door.
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS
(1) They live here. You don't. (2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture. (3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. (4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.
Remember, in my opinion, dogs and cats are better than kids because they (1) eat less, (2) don't ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don't hang out with drug-using people; (7) don't smoke or drink, (8) don't want to wear your clothes, (9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, (10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and (11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
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