My 5,000 Post—Catnip Memories (Dial-up Warning)
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This is the tail of my hisstory with catnip.
I’ll start from scratch.
When I mewved into adolescence everything seemed purrfect.
I arranged my furst deal…
…and purrchased the best nip out there.
It seemed impawsible for things to get any better.
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I took pride in finding the good nip.
I was the cool cat that mew how to chill…
…and give manx when I hung out with my girlfriend.
A mew years later, I started dating a playboy bunny.
After the cat was out of the bag...
…things fur going so well…
…that the ice cream man let me run a tabby.
I was feline groovy.
Howeffur, there were some adfurse results.
Was it pawssible that I was seeing things?
Then an alley cat purrsuaded me to buy what turned out to be bunk oregano.
I didn’t want to make that meowstake again so I began a garden…
...and went catatonic guarding the stash.
Then the claw came crashing down.
I tried to purrsuade the officer to let me go.
I categorically denied the charges to no avail.
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The bust was all over the mews.
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So niaou you get to read my meowmoirs.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's great having fun with everyone.
BTW, I'm not a ginger.
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I'm going to have a difficult time topping this thread at the 6,000 mark.
...even recced yer thread. And then...
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH GINGERS????!!!!!1!!!!1
Whatever. I still have more posts than you....ginger hater.
Friggin' DU still allowing bigotry to stand. 
This place is falling apart. 
and have been in love with a few along my pathway in life. I only put that comment as a point of clarification and certainly did not intend to offend anyone. 
You are right though, bigotry sucks and there is no place for it--DU or anyplace else. Thank you for the rec also.
This time. I figure if you've fallen in love with any of us in the past, you've been punished enough. I think my husband is in a support group. 
It's intended to be a fun thread and there I go sticking my paw in my mouth.
I have no place to call out anybody's looks since my skin tone is somewhere between alabaster and death; meanwhile, my legs are so ugly and scarred that I'm embarrassed to wear shorts.
I'm more than used to the comments. A close friend of mine has been telling the same joke for 10 years:
"What's the difference between a redhead and a terrorist? You can reason with a terrorist."
He tells it every...single...time...I see him. My response is always the same, "Oh yeah? Well, you're short."
Alabaster is better than what I have. I'm 1/4 Spanish, but didn't get enough of the genes to actually make much of a difference. It just gives me a yellowish tint that makes me look green if I wear blue. I don't own blue clothes. The upside, my DIL is Okinawan. She can't wear blue, either. 
It's difficult living up to the expectations of other DUers.
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Well done and
Thanks, TexasTowelie~
Nothing gets people in a better mood for the weekend than a Purrsday catblog thread. 
If I could make an income as a freelance catblogger, the only days that I would work are Mewsday, Purrsday, Furriday and Caturday.
had to do some minor work to crop a couple of them. Sequencing the photos and developing the storyline took a bit longer, but I wanted to do something special for hitting a round number--after all I have high standards.
Thanks for the kudos.
it's my treat back to DU since everyone keeps me in stitches too.
my peeps at work back in the day about my "5 thousands posts on democraticunderground!".
Cutie kitty pics and so's your girlfriend!..
Unfortunately, I fibbed on the picture with the young lady but it fit the storyline so well that I couldn't avoid not using the photo. My inner voice tails me that if I was in a serious relationship back then that I wouldn't be blogging today.
Mahalo, my friend.
"the girlfriend"!
It definitely is a keeper.
I should have taken a little bit more time to caption the remaining pictures, but I have some serious work to do tonight. The realtor placed the "For Sale" sign out in the yard today and there is already a nibble--the first prospective buyer will be here tomorrow at 3. The house still hasn't been listed on the Internet and my search on the Web shows very little property in the area within the price range.
To get a classic designation is an honor. I had the idea last night as I saw that I was approaching the 5K mark and felt inspired. Hopefully it gave people something to laugh about because it's too easy to take life too seriously.
I had a weird day and I'm fortunate to be here tonight instead of the hospital. I posted a thread about it this evening in The Lounge.
...and went catatonic guarding the stash
These are two of my favorites. I'm glad I wasn't drinking anything when I was looking at these, it would have been all over my keyboard and monitor. Thanks for the hardy laughs.
Considering the pitfalls of riding my bike in Brenham, I'm starting to wonder if I'll get to make a similar OP when I get to 6,000. Getting hit by a vehicle is a traumatic experience (details in another Lounge thread), but I'm okay--at least for now.
At least I had the inspiration to compose this thread though. My creativity has been languishing lately and I need to get to work again for my own self-esteem.
I'm going through at lot of challenges, but I still haven't given up hope and it makes my day sharing laughs with my friends on DU. 
It's nice to know that there are some people that appreciate me. The barrage of negative vibes from my family has diminished now that the house is up for sale and the rest of the family can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know what life holds for me in the future and I expect to experience more challenges ahead, but I survived getting hit by a vehicle today so apparently there is some reason why I'm here (both on DU and on this planet).
I wish you the best and I am praying for you.
And I love your posts and the fact you made the Texas room alive again.
That was a good pic. It seemed like once I started developing the storyline I got on a roll.
Earlier this year my two-year-old black cat, Mario, came into the house and I broke out the catnip. We had a delightful time playing and he let me rub that furry underbelly. He stayed in the house the remainder of the night and didn't leave home until the afternoon of the next day. Unfortunately, Mario never returned back home.
and dogs and animals. They are such good buddies.
When I was a child I had a dog and then we had some parakeets afterwards. During my college years and twenties I had a red male tabby that was primarily an outdoor cat, but I remember one time when I fell asleep on the couch and when I awoke "Eveready" was sleeping on my chest.
At one point towards the end of my stay in Irving I took in two feral cats that were brother and sister after she had broken her hip. The following spring she gave birth to four kittens in my apartment. Two of those cats disappeared before I moved away; meanwhile, some of my friends at the apartment complex said that they see the two feral cats around frequently. I moved here to Brenham with a black male and a calico female, but the black cat vanished about six months ago so I'm down to my one lap kitteh.
It's a tripping video Arugula so I glad that your reposted it.
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. . .they have that up-to-no-good look on their face half the time.
The females tend to be more mellow: been there, done that, "meh" expression.
Cat stereotypes 101
