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Strangled Cat said:
I just got a text from my wife. Her cat of 15 years has just passed away suddenly.:(
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Sorry to hear that. I've lost two pet cats in my life, and they were within four months of each other. The first one was expected, the second one rather less so. Was very hard.
 

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Teriyakicat said:
lol

I never thought of gumboots. Don't usually have a problem in winter when I'm wearing jeans but struggle to avoid them when I've got bare feet or thongs in the summer, with my shorts. Dammit.

One poor rooster copped a huge kick to the chest last week- I'd just been sliced by his bloody brother and the second boy came over to have a sneak attack from the back. I whirled around and kicked him a ripper right in the middle of the chest. He flew through the air about 10m, I reckon. Then he slunk away and hid behind the trees, nursing his wounds for the next 24 hours. I felt REALLY REALLY bad because I was just getting revenge on him because I was too slow to prevent the first attack.

One rooster of mine that would slice your boots open, I'm sure, is young Lucy:

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This is my weapon of choice in this instance:
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He is gorgeous!
 
BotsMaster said:
A shell?
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Don't you mean a frame?;)
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No- a shell....
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There are a few walls knocked down inside, the outside walls are standing- with some parts missing- and the roof is off (I haven't seen it for a few weeks so think it's still missing).

The back yard was dug out and a bobcat ran through the first floor and dumped all the dirt out the front. That was removed and then the front yard dug down....

Very very messy. Front fence is kaput, there's sand everywhere. Bloody lots of sand. And a shell... (just like your pic, actually!)
 
Teriyakicat said:
SO why is your WIFE's cat?? I'm sure that you are emotionally connected - assuming the cat is at your place?
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Perhaps it means she had the had before they met

Sadly one of my 2 cats is on the way out.He has cancer in his mouth.At the moment with medication he's eating,but not as much as he use to so we have to hand feed him a bit each day.
 
Teriyakicat said:
No- a shell....
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There are a few walls knocked down inside, the outside walls are standing- with some parts missing- and the roof is off (I haven't seen it for a few weeks so think it's still missing).

The back yard was dug out and a bobcat ran through the first floor and dumped all the dirt out the front. That was removed and then the front yard dug down....

Very very messy. Front fence is kaput, there's sand everywhere. Bloody lots of sand. And a shell... (just like your pic, actually!)
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Gee it does sound like a real mess. I'm sure you'll be happy when it goes from a filthy shell to something beautiful :thumbsu:

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Teriyakicat said:
Nope- not even close- but I do understand what you mean. Because the pets rely on us so much for food and shelter, there's a terrible feeling of having let them down and not being able to save them.
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We'll have to agree to disagree on this. To me, perhaps it's about different experiences. My father died suddenly after a routine operation. Horrors! He'd had different cancers, which metastasised to the liver + he was given three months to live. Long story short - my parents were devout Catholics. My SIL suggested Mum take Dad to Europe, they loved travelling. Mum was worried that if Dad died o/s we'd be upset, we said yes, but take him, as long as he's happy that's all that matters. They were away for six months + 12 years later Dad did of a massive heart attack following surgery. Yes, it was sudden! No cancer was found at his post mortem. He died quickly, not from a lingering cancer death! He was blessed, my prayers were answered + he died a very happy, blessed + loved man. Our last words together were Dad: "Love you!" Me: "Love your too, see you later aligator." Dad: "In a while crocodile."
When Mum died, it was because she starved herself to death, which was horrible. When she was dead, she looked so happy + finally at peace. Mum was 90 y.o. + I couldn't want her to live!
Both my parents had wonderful lives, faced adversity with courage + died with dignity. I'm able to accept their deaths.
Whereas my cats . . . my angels in catsuits. Who know nothing of death, who live in the present, fighting one minute, licking one another the next, then curled up together asleep. You earn their love + they love you unconditionally. But their lives are too short. I accept it's different for parents, but for me, my cats are my babies + my life. Let me add, that as someone who has a debilitating illness + doesn't lead a normal life, my cats are my World. Isolated, stuck at home + limited by what I can do, my cats keep me going. Always there, my reason to get out of bed each day, who motivate me to keep going + who love me no matter what, whether I'm fat or thin, happy or cranky, bed-ridden or languishing on the sofa, or worst of all spending way too much time on BF, they love me unconditionally. There are human deaths, which distress me. My cats deaths make me inconsolable.
Teri, I'm not saying you are wrong or I'm right, I'm saying it's different. I don't distinguish between the value of a human or an animal, I'm an Ecclesiastes believer.
 
JUBJUB said:
Perhaps it means she had the had before they met

Sadly one of my 2 cats is on the way out.He has cancer in his mouth.At the moment with medication he's eating,but not as much as he use to so we have to hand feed him a bit each day.
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yeah, I was pointing out to Strangled that the cat would've meant a lot to him, as well.
:( That's very sad for you, too, Jub.
Two of my cats are 11 - who knows how long we will have them for?

Love 'em while you've got 'em.
 

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SquishyKitty said:
We'll have to agree to disagree on this. To me, perhaps it's about different experiences. My father died suddenly after a routine operation. Horrors! He'd had different cancers, which metastasised to the liver + he was given three months to live. Long story short - my parents were devout Catholics. My SIL suggested Mum take Dad to Europe, they loved travelling. Mum was worried that if Dad died o/s we'd be upset, we said yes, but take him, as long as he's happy that's all that matters. They were away for six months + 12 years later Dad did of a massive heart attack following surgery. Yes, it was sudden! No cancer was found at his post mortem. He died quickly, not from a lingering cancer death! He was blessed, my prayers were answered + he died a very happy, blessed + loved man. Our last words together were Dad: "Love you!" Me: "Love your too, see you later aligator." Dad: "In a while crocodile."
When Mum died, it was because she starved herself to death, which was horrible. When she was dead, she looked so happy + finally at peace. Mum was 90 y.o. + I couldn't want her to live!
Both my parents had wonderful lives, faced adversity with courage + died with dignity. I'm able to accept their deaths.
Whereas my cats . . . my angels in catsuits. Who know nothing of death, who live in the present, fighting one minute, licking one another the next, then curled up together asleep. You earn their love + they love you unconditionally. But their lives are too short. I accept it's different for parents, but for me, my cats are my babies + my life. Let me add, that as someone who has a debilitating illness + doesn't lead a normal life, my cats are my World. Isolated, stuck at home + limited by what I can do, my cats keep me going. Always there, my reason to get out of bed each day, who motivate me to keep going + who love me no matter what, whether I'm fat or thin, happy or cranky, bed-ridden or languishing on the sofa, or worst of all spending way too much time on BF, they love me unconditionally. There are human deaths, which distress me. My cats deaths make me inconsolable.
Teri, I'm not saying you are wrong or I'm right, I'm saying it's different. I don't distinguish between the value of a human or an animal, I'm an Ecclesiastes believer.
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Did your Mum take your Dad to Lourdes?
We definitely think differently on this one.
 
Funny isn't it? We can cope when the humans we love die (and Kitty my mum died after a "routine" procedure) - sometimes just - but when our loved pets die we are a mess. It's a different bond, and maybe the reliance/symbiosis thing impacts on how we feel. "Generally" we can rationalise human deaths, harder with pets. Maybe because we leave it too long sometimes before we act - like getting them put down - then we are consumed by guilt. I know I have done that and it is awful. My favourite cat getting put down still leaves me feeling very very sad, and my first interaction with the knacker is not one I care to remember (even though he was very considerate).
 
Doss said:
Sorry to hear that. I've lost two pet cats in my life, and they were within four months of each other. The first one was expected, the second one rather less so. Was very hard.
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Sorry to hear of your loss, too, Doss.
This thread is getting very very sad today, isn't it. :(
I guess, considering the lifespan of our feline/canine friends, it's not surprising that so many of us have lost pets.
 

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SquishyKitty said:
Is the corkscrew too short to keep screwing it into the cork + then remove the cork?

If you can't use a corkscrew, do as Teri suggested, use something to force the cork into the bottle. It is easier, if you can gently push a screwdriver through the cork, to allow some air out! it will make pushing the cork into the bottle easier.

Failing that + if desperate, get a sharp steak knife + cut out the cork, or cut it in half.

I think the guys might have a better way, but they're the two ways I've done it.
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Thanks Kitty and Teriyakicat . might just give it away . Don't remember why I was opening it , . Also , won a bottle of white wine in a raffle yesterday . lol Won't try and open this one Just will find some deserving person to give it to :)
 
Teriyakicat said:
I don't know, Bots. I am going to wait to see what happens with her tailfeathers- once they grow, I'll see how she goes. My hubby suggested tying a bit of string to her leg and letting her out to flap about a bit, so she can flex her wings- but I've been waiting for a few weeks, hoping the wing will heal because when I brought her home, she flapped around and it caused her to bleed from the injury. She's been fairly quiet now for those few weeks but starting to run up and down her ramp and flapping a bit without any repercussions (that I can see, anyway). I think she will be a loner, if I do release her here- and this would be a great place to let her go- but magpies are quite territorial so she would be hounded away from here as soon as I let her out, although she'll probably find somewhere nearby to call 'home'. But what will happen when we move and she can't come back to be fed?

I guess I could try and see if my next door neighbour will have her- she has birds and might have room if the magpie needs a cage. And I know that my neighbour will feed her. We're moving to a place that is right on a fairly busy road, so not suitable for a young magpie.
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You are such a kind person. There are bird sanctuaries, which care for birds who can't be released into the wild. Why not ask WIRES? Or does your vet friend know of one? I think Bots is right, she needs to flap her wing, exercise it, or the muscles will waste. Ask your vet friend how long a broken wing takes to heal. + in suggesting all that, you've probably done it already :) Have you thought about WIRES?
 
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