I own a Fountain.

This weekend, after a long illness, our fuzzy friend Twiggy passed away.

I took her to the vet and had to sign the papers.

Everyone wants to be a Cat Killer when they grow up.

RIP to your little friend

Thanks for the sympathy Brian. I tried as hard as I could not to fall into lock-step with Reggie's Cat Killer campaign, but it just didn't work out. Fortunately, we have an emergency backup cat named Mojo.

my newfie just passed also, my deepest condolances

How is it that cats always manage to balance being both royalty and morons at the same time?

Sorry to hear about Twiggy, but it looks like Mojo's got it handled.

Mike, sorry about your deal!!!!! try to have fun on your trip.....BZ

Sorry to hear that dude,,,,,, one of the hardest things we ever have to do.

Man sorry to hear about your cat. Losing pets is such a tough deal.

Here's a funny email I got last week that may crack a smile for ya!

DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the
other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The
only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.


Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow...but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe
him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody
for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now..........

Brandon, that funny !!!

Mike, sorry to hear about the kitty. We've got a female that looks exactly like yours.

Thanks guys. I appreciate the condolences. Didn't want to create a sob-story, though! Just another convoluted attempt at self-aggrandizing humor on my part! I am, in truth of being...a cat killer.