scuse me, but i gotta take dis call…
scuse me, but i gotta take dis call… o hai, dis is maxwell smart
shh… keep it down. i iz awn fone.
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Hey, what's with all the misspelled words?
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Sry about that, Cheef.
Happy nawt sekkund! Whut danse and fud and drynk wud yew lyke? Der cheef kan’t haf ani unles hi gets mi a date wid the cute ajunt.
How about martoonies, stirred not shooken, and we danse campy 60s style spy-movie go-go dances?
Cans wee dans to Aquarius?
Butt if dat uglee, annoying Austin Powurrs shows up Ima bite ‘im.
/mah Austin aggurvashun, let mee show u it.
O hai, Kafleen!
*danses wif Kafleen to various muzikz from Hair *
tribia moment: teh musical Hair opened tihs week 40 yeers ago…
Ai can haz whiet go-go bootz? Ai noe mai huzbin wud LUV dat.
Ooh,…let’s lissen too DIS!!!
youtube.com/watch?v=7OU7Nezg7Ls
r u reddee boots? START WALKIN!! :p
hey, whai she not warin teh white bootsees
Mebbe LCB stole dem?
*kerses werk fer nawt letting youtube through*
*stomps foofy pawz*
Oh wow, dis breengs be bakc menny yeers. Ai usted tu habba a liddel pare ov the wyte GoGo boots (as a kidlet). Ai fot ai wuz the kool
Dere’s also:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=8sxswr6Qn7A
http://youtube.com/watch?v=YB0UZN83N-w
http://youtube.com/watch?v=vlRnCUnbFqE
Dis is a 60s song yu can dans tu, even has buuts meshund.
shoooes me, i can haz bath?
*whistpurz*
psst! kafleen! ai mayded a commint awn yur last blog
Maxwell Smart got limber!!!
Dat’s da sekund biggest shoe I’ve eber seen!
can u heel me nao?
*heelfase*
OOOo! Oww! oow! OOoooo! ouch!
I 2 olding fer dis. I don’t b stretchingz like I usinged 2.
I think I sprainded sumfing.
I go lay down noaw.
*limps off.
*getz a ‘lektrik blankee fer cweenmj*
Did nawt noe if a hawt baff wud be gud oar if yer skin iz too porous - but if yew kin handul ten hawt baff den dry thureaulee den wrap yerself in ‘lektrik blankee, mebbe awl teh warmf will halp wif teh soarnesses.
Getting older iz teh pleh - but itz beddur dan NAWT getting older.
Fank yew ns!! Deh hawt baf wuz wunnerful!! (mai skin nawt b
Noaw I b awl snugguled up wif deh lectric blankee.
2 porus.)
I’ll b up adn arownd tomorree.
Ai noe teh feeling. Ai skannded a bunch of old (i.e. “pre-digital”
pikchurz at Long’s Drugs las nite sew ai can haz dem on teh pyooter — an ai seemz to haz dun maiself sum sort uv shoulder injuree. Ai mus hab bin holdin meh arm funnee wen using teh touch-skreen an changing pikchurs outta & inta teh skanner. Wuz werth it though — ai nao haz sum ob mai favrit kitteh pikchurz on teh pyooter!!!
Hoo stranes a shoulder skannin pikchurs? Honestly?!!!
Wud u beleeb . . . I gotted a restroom injury a cuppla
munths ago? Mai lack uv coordinashunz let mii show u it.
Hey, dat’s mah job. Pleez not too beez steelin it.
kthxbai.
It seemz der be hassing in edper demink :
Inna jenny wary Ai wokked offa step ai donut c adn borked my ankel. MY lack ov dixtiariree and limp-let me show u it.
Agent 99 calls to chek up awn agent 86
STOP! You have to use The Cone of Silence!
“Hello, Chief?”
“What? Is that you Smart?
“What? Chief, I’m using The Cone of Silence. No one can hear us.”
“What?”
*D.S. al Coda*
o hai maus! wuz u in kwire, or wuz u in band?
“D.S. al Coda” *snerk*
Yu dun wanna no how he ansers dat call
*iz vury surprizered dat he understandz dis qwote*
Dum de duuuuuuum Duh!
Dum de duuuuuuuuuuuuum Duh!
Dum de dum duh diddlelee dum duh diddlelee dum duh
diddlelee dum duh diddlelee duh!
WAAWAAWAWAAAAAAAA!!!!
verree nyce, Melissa, Ai cud heer teh sawng in mai hed! en donut frget teh slammin doorz!
Kitteh maykeengz herz
reepoartz 2 t3h Muthurr Shipp
in playn Feelin~eez
Muss beez spesshull cawll.
Kitteh yoozoolee tawlz 2
Muthurr Shipp atz nyte
“Sublimminull Purrz
upgrayd wurkeengz well. Hewminz
grantz owrz ebbee wish”
“Cheezburgr Day iz
naow twyss a munff! Pusheeng 4
Peetza Caturrdayz!”
Jack.
…umm, sorrii tew tehl u zis, but taht iz knot mai shew….
Get Smart! FTW!!!1!1!!!11!
I am a frequent visitor to this site, but have never posed a comment until today.
I just moved to Oregon from Minnesota, where my family lives.
We’ve always had cats in our house, and I just found out that my mothers cat, Rudy (after Rudy Valentino) was hit by a car. He got up and walked back to the front steps, lay down, and passed away.
I’ve had this cat since I was 7/8 he was old, but not very old.
I am completely heartbroken for my mother, who’s been at a meeting at work and doesn’t know yet.
I come from a family who cherishes animals as part of the family and this is a hard loss. I had to get it out and this seemed to be the best place.
You just brought tears to my eyes.
{{{{{Aerisa and Family}}}}}
ai agrees with nightshayde!
i is terriblly sorry! it is so sad to lose a pet. is even sadder when you accidentally kill it…
poar Peanut!
sowwy. shdu be talkin abowt yur storee, nawt myn
Dear Aerisa, as you have probably gathered from reading the comments posted on this site, the cheezpeeps are among the kindest people anywhere. So you have come to the right place.
My heart goes out to you and your mom. And I can tell that Rudy had a great life with your family.
So sad to hear of your loss, Aerisa. Sending good thoughts to you and your family.
{{ Aerisa and family }}
Sorry to hear of your loss, Aerisa, and also of yours, No 1
Very sorry.
Rest in peace, Rudy.
I’ve lost many, and seen some go. My heart go out to your and your family.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I Only Wanted You
They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I’d walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
- Author Unknown
oh, deer Aerisa! I’z so sorree fer yur loss!
.
I’z holding yoo in teh lite an sending gud thots too yoo an yur famblee!!
.
.{{{{{{{Aerisa}}}}}}}
Deer Aerisa…we sez prar for you & th3 fam
**pawz togedder now**
CC pweez halp dem feels da peace and put in der myndz all da funnee tings Rudy did and may mennee fond memories eez der payne. Kthxbai
***floofy paw hug to you and yores
SBC
((Aerisa)), my heart goes out to you and your family. I know Rudy had a wonderful life with you, but it doesn’t make it any easier to lose him. I haz a sad fer teh kitteh-shaped hole in ur hartz nao.
You did come to the right place, I hope you’ll return and read all the messages we’ve left for you. chris/zauberflote
{{{{{{{{{{Aerisa an famly}}}}}}}}}}
{{{{{{{{{{N1IP}}}}}}}}}}
I am sad for your loss. If it helps, there is a poem called “Rainbow Bridge”, which is very beautiful and offers comforting thoughts. I can’t remember where I found it online, but if you google for it, you’re sure to find it.
When I was carrying out rescues of abandoned cats, I lost six kittens - one was hit by a car, another was born horribly deformed and died as I tried to nurse it as best I could, the other four died when the mother cat smothered them by accident. Three other kittens I rescued and got into a shelter also died - one also from deformities and two from severe illness. One fairly old siamese purebred that had been abandoned died from unknown causes before I could reach it.
The pain was - and is - terrible. I wonder what else I could have done. Did I fail those ten, or was there really nothing more I could have done? I saved fourteen kittens and six adult cats, all of whom were adopted. Would different choices have increased that number? Or, in fact, would any other action have caused far more harm?
I think anyone who has experienced grief has experienced the “what if….”, and it’s hard when your mind goes through endless possibilities, whether a bit more joy could have been crammed in here, maybe something to change what happened there. It’s very easy for someone to say “remember the joy you DID have”, it’s much harder to do so. In the end, all I can say is what anyone can say. If you feel real hurt, then let yourself. If you feel real joy at memories, then let yourself. Give yourself time for both, as needed, only denying space to false feelings, the supposed-to feelings that aren’t really yours but merely one of the millions of mixed messages and social expectations we get brain-fed with. Those aren’t worth spitting at, your own feelings are worth everything.
Think of the ones you saved! You did what you could. You got some of them a home, and the Lord took the other ones to His Home.
Aerisa,
This is for you and yours, with wishes for many wonderful memories of the life Rudy shared with you.
http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/imagestore/2008/5/2/d878dd4e-12ff-4e12-822a-af2759da3655.jpg
(Thanks go out to kafleen for the poem post. And if this posts more than once, I apologize. My first two attempts never showed up on my screen.)
{{{{{Aerisa}}}}}
Big hugz fr u en ur fambly Aerisa. We (me en 3 kittehs) haz a sad wif u.
I always think of Kipling’s poem “Beware, beware of giving your heart to a dog to tear!” Also applies to cats and other animals. He evidently had just lost a canine friend and was getting ready to set himself up for another heartbreak down the line. This poem always brings tears to my eyes.
Here’s the poem
The Power of the Dog
by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
“When you think of me
Remember
I was almost always a good kitty
And
We loved each other.”
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