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August 5th 2007 6:22 am
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I had a great birthday, I got lots of treats and loving from my meowmy and my sissy. Thanks to all my friends who wished me and my meowmy Happy Birthdays!!! I would also like to thank my sissy for helping me get the meow out about Meowmy's birthday she was really surprised. Time for more treats!!!


Vicks pleads gulity!!!!!!!!!!!!

August 25th 2007 12:40 am
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ASPCA Applauds NFL Response to Michael Vick’s Guilty Plea
Body: ASPCA Press Release

The ASPCA today applauded NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell’s strong and decisive action in suspending Michael Vick without pay, effective immediately, from the League. Vick will be appearing in a federal court in Richmond, Va., on Monday to file his plea agreement in the federal dog fighting case against him.

Said ASPCA President & CEO Ed Sayres, “Right from the outset, we knew the Commissioner was taking this case extremely seriously—and respected the fact that he was proceeding appropriately by commissioning an independent investigation into the case.”

In a strongly worded letter to Vick, the Commissioner today called his admitted conduct “not only illegal, but also cruel and reprehensible.”

“The Commissioner’ s extremely strong and swift response today to Michael Vick’s guilty plea is no less than what we expected, and reinforces how seriously he takes not just the integrity of the League, but his expectations of how animals should be treated in a humane society. The ASPCA is proud to be associated with the National Football League as its animal welfare partner, and we will continue to raise public awareness on the humane treatment of animals together.”

For more information on the ASPCA, or to learn more about staying alert to animal cruelty, please visit http://www.aspca. org/cruelty


For every pet lover plz read

August 25th 2007 12:44 am
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Anyone who has pets will really like this; some may need a tissue or two.

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.
Lucky was a real character.

Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would
warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would
help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's
favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told
her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was
fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her

The night before she was to go to the hospital, she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

While Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks, Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.
Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called.
It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally
blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again,
walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary
remains his greatest treasure.

Live everyday to the fullest. Remember it is a blessing from God.
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the
most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
......They're the ones who care.

"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind
of battle."

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.

Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.


A note from Shadows human

August 31st 2007 4:39 am
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It gives me great pride that Shadow was selecteed has diary of the day. After a heart to heart we purred that it was ok for me to post somehing in his diary for the humans. (To clairfy this is a friends husband not mine) After all he is a Proud American Kitty so here goes:

I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you
find all over the country.

You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells
littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around
with long neck beers and sizzling platters.

Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my
glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal.

They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they
were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that
"squared away" look that comes with pride.

Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my
husband usually sat.

It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking
about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East

That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come
back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak.

In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about
him until he returned home .

I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he
was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any
better? Were my letters getting through to him?

As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next
booth broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq . You'd think
that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an
idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the

I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless
tirade running down our president.

I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared
to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax

The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still
gives me chills.

Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.

"It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and
steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmmm! I wonder
how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought?
It's pure greed, you know."

My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still see
how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped
it on my finger.

I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform,
affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest
over it.

"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are
hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase
the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military
budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you
know what else? We're just asking for another 9-11. I can't say when
it happens again that we didn't deserve it."

Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering
outside our base. Did no one even appreciate the sacrifice of brave
men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom?
Do they even know what "freedom" is?

I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their
courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each
other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.

"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq , and I
am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional
baby-killers we call a military."

Professional baby-killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my
husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our
children again.

That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in
my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight
one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in
our troops be known.

Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with
them, smiling I said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you
know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is
halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things
about him."

"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none
of my business. However, what you say in public is something else, and
I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president,
MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put
their lives on the line, just so you can have the "freedom" to
complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your
actions cheapen it."

I must have been louder than I meant to be, because the manager came
over to inquire if everything was all right.

"Yes, thank you," I replied.

Then, turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."

As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for
making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked
up their check and scurried away.

After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager
returned with a huge apple cobbler alamode.

"Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the
ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten
them to it.

When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the
gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one
of our boys."

With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and
thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over
and surrounded the booth.

"We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into
confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."

As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I
didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the
other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were
proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers.

I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.

Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in
our country, and the military who protect her.

And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our
country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the
freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.

As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference.

Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base
where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of
my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"

To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected
will never know.


Please pray for God's protection of our troops and HIS wisdom for
their commanders. Pass this on to as many as you think will respond.

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they
protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they
perform for us in our time of need. I ask this in the name of Jesus,
our Lord and Savior."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for
our ground, air and navy personnel in every area of the middle east.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful....

Just send this to all the people in your address book.

Do not stop this prayer chain, please....

Of all the gifts you could give to anyone in the US Military, be it
Air Force, Army, Navy, Marines or National Guard,
Prayer is the very best one....Amen.



A Bridge

October 17th 2007 6:14 am
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This is for all my friends who have taken the stroll to Rainbow bridge.
My Mom and Sis woke to a loud rainstorm this morning. When they stepped outside my Sis looked up and this is what she said to me. Look Shadow its the bridge. Sure has I looked to the sky admist all the angry looking clouds there was bridge. I thought of all my friends that have crossed over and thought it couldn't have been more fitting.
I swear I saw a few feline faces look down at us. So to you my friends Thanks for keeping watch over me and my family. Has well as all the rest of here on Earth.


This is about a dog but we can all relate

October 20th 2007 10:27 pm
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I can relate to this

My name is Buddy. I'm what I hear is called a black mixed breed with white markings. My Mother, Lady, was a Black Labrador with a beautiful, shiny black coat. People would always stroke her and rub her ears and tell her how beautiful she is.
My father left before Lady gave birth to my brother, Junior, my sister, Molly and me. So I don't know what he looked like.
Lady snuggled us, licked us to keep us clean and fed us from her stomach.
Soon after we were able to eat food our people brought to us, folks would come by, pet Lady and tell her what beautiful children she had.
Then one day a man and a woman and a little boy came to see us. They held each of us and the little boy said "That One" and laughed and danced as he carried my brother Junior out the door. I never saw him again. I heard later that he had chased a car and been "killed", whatever that means.
Soon, some more folks came and again held Molly and me, watched us walk and play. They took Molly out the door with them. I never saw or heard about her again.
Then a day or two later, a man and woman and three children, two boys and a girl, came and played with me. They were so excited and talked about "Christmas" and took me out the door with them. Doors have some special meaning because I never saw Lady or her people again.
We got in a car and the children took turns holding me while we rode through some strange places.
When the car stopped we got out and the largest kid, a boy they called Randy, carried me in a new house. There was a beautiful tree in the house with beautiful lights and beautiful shiny balls all over it. At the bottom was a lined basket that they pulled over and sat me in it.
I'm a quick learner and after every nap or meal they took me outside to relieve myself. I soon learned to whimper when I wanted to go out. They praised this and told me "good dog" when I did.
The girl, Cindy, had stuffed animals on her bed and gave me one to carry around.
The youngest boy, Jimmy, always wanted me to sleep in the basket next to his bed. As I outgrew the basket I started sleeping on the bed at his feet.
We had more fun-first playing fetch with a ball and then I learned to catch a Frisbee and run it back to them. Most fun was going to a park with a lake and they would throw a toy into the water for me to leap after and swim back with. Then, when we would go to the picnic table, I would shake the water from my coat and listen to everyone howl and laugh as the water flew all over. There was always a blanket on the back seat for me to sit on for my wet ride home.
So many wonderful days. The children would go to school, I would follow the woman around the house and bark at any strange people that came by. Then wait on the front porch for my kids to come home and play.
Life was so good. Good wholesome and nutritious food and clean water, kids to play with; a warm place by the fire in winter and a cool house in summer. Health care, grooming and love. The vet always put jinglie things on my collar.
Then one day, Randy started taking his clothes and things out of the closet. They talked about him "going away to college." And one day he took all those things out the door and I didn't see him much after that. Sometimes he would bring a girl home, she would pat my head and say "nice Buddy."
The next year, Cindy did the same-going out the door and seldom returning. I still carried around the stuffed toy she gave me.
Then it was Jimmie that went through the door.
A Christmas or two later, my big folks said this was the last year in the house, they were moving to an "apartment."
Soon some men came and carried out everything in my house.
My big folks held me and said the "apartment" wouldn't accept dogs but they would take me to a place that would try to find me a new home.
Now, here I am in a cage with a concrete floor. The food is clean but not as good as I've always had. And never any meat. There are
other dogs my age around-mostly black mixed breeds like myself, except for the fuzzy white girl with the red stain around her mouth.
Every Saturday and Sunday they take the puppies to a large cage up front. People come in and laugh and hold them. Many leave by the front door. Sometimes, some people will walk back to where we big dogs are, maybe give us a treat from the bowl up front.
Those are the only treats we get here. Maybe even pet us. So far none of the dogs back here have left by the front door with a new family.
My people, especially my children, have never come to see me, play with me or pet me.
Every Monday a woman and a man bring a big covered crate with iron wheels into our aisle, take one of my neighbors out of the cage and put him/her into the covered crate. Then they wheel the covered crate out the back door. None of the neighbors has ever come back to his/her cage through that door.
Well, its Monday now. Every dog between me and that back door is gone. I hear the covered crate coming now. They are putting me in it and we are going out that back door. I hate doors.
Will I see my children now? Am I going to a new home with children to play with? Oh! I sure hope so.
We adult dogs are so good with children. We let the toddlers pull our tails and ears, and if they get to rough we just get up and move
away. And the big kids-we'll play toss and fetch as long as they want.
Oh!! I do so hope I get children...


I am high stepping everywhere I go

October 22nd 2007 6:02 am
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Well my kitty friends I am one proud cat!!!!! My human sis made the 5 th grade honor roll!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so proud that momma says I am puring just like a fine tuned Harley!
Way to go sis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


To all my pals

March 5th 2008 10:06 am
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We finally got moved!!!!!!! but still no home puter. We think of you all often and miss you much!!! !!
Sissy made honor roll again.
Oh Yes we have a new member in the family she is 6 months old and solid black. Her name? Hermine I think thats rights its from Harry Potter.
Gotta go Mom snuck me in the libary hehehehehehe
Fur hugs and Kisses to all my pals


Sneaking in to the libary

March 7th 2008 1:22 pm
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*pokes head and paws out meowmys coat* WHEW!!!!!!! It gets hot in there. Meowmy says when it warms up I have to ride in big purse. That will not be fun. She has all kinds of stuff in there. I mean really if you get a chance to check out your meowmy's purse do it. Just be careful I think mine's is a bottomless pit.
Ok now to bizness. I miss all my friends here on Catster. I will try to sneak in has much has possible. Meowmy calls this place a libary. Lots of books like our house but lots more smells. some not so good.
OOPS !!!! GOTTA HIDE !!!!! the lady in charge is headed this way. I think she saw my big paws.
*dives into meowmys coat*
Well kitties I have to sign off for Shadow he sends nose kisses and fur hugs to all
Shadow and Meowmy


Imiss you all meowmy much

October 21st 2008 12:15 pm
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Alot has happened here, with my meowmy being with out a computer I have fallen behind in all the news.
I do have some news to report here. My new sis is doing well, she has learned how to boddy slam and do an air attack. I am quite proud.
There is no easy way to tell this next piece of news. My human sissy was hit by a car on the 19 of August. she is doing better now. But plz keep us in your purrs.
My meowmy should have been lawyer hehehehe. She won child support and residental custody aganist my human sis's dad!!!!! WOOO WOOOOO HOOOOOOO
Much love,

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