<p>momof3sons–what a relief. I had brief and unwelcome visions of an inadvertant turduckencat-type entree. :D</p>
<p>Two (sorta) cat stories. Last summer we adopted a stray cat. I wouldn’t let it inside, so, as stray cats do, it kind of came and went. One day we’re driving somewhere, and I hear squeaking in the back, but thought it was just the car making noises. Later in the day I had to get something out of the back, pulled aside a blanket, and discovered, much to my surprise, that the cat had gotten in the car through a window I forgot to close the previous night, and delivered a litter of kittens in the back of my SUV. The next day she was at the vet’s. Now, you might ask how we missed that the cat was pregnant, but that’s another story. Story two. The other day I walked past the bathroom, and saw my 4-year old grandson standing there peeing in the cat’s (same cat) litter box. Said he was pretending he was Lily. Why are boy’s so weird!? :)</p>
<p>Justaguy. You’re obviously a guy, so I can’t expect you to feel empathy for a female in labor who has to scale a wall and climb through a window to find a safe place to give birth…but trust me…it’s the pits. :D</p>
<p>hahahah</p>
<p>The little boy was a quick thinker. I bet he was just seeing if it was fun to pee in the cat box and came up with that rejoinder because he was a smarty pants:).</p>
<p>Our cat climbed into the dryer with a bedspread and then I turned the machine on… Poor Suki (key the soppy music) - and I had to buy a new bedspread besides.</p>
<p>ewwwwww - Fencer’s mother, I don’t think I wanted to know about that one.</p>
<p>Has anyone reported fencerfamily to the ASPCA yet?</p>
<p>You do know what the the key behavioral indictators are for someone becoming a serial killer, right?</p>
<p>Lighting fires.
Wetting your bed.
Torturing animals.</p>
<p>Fencersmother - how are you around matches:).</p>
<p>Just kidding. Just kidding. </p>
<p>At least you didn’t get fed to the snake, right?</p>
<p>If anyone’s tempted to light fires, they just have to contact “JustAGuy” (POst 9723) to bring in his 4-year-old grandson who pees out the litter box. </p>
<p>Great future for grandson in the Boyscouts – and only the BOYscouts. According to my H, back in the day, that’s how they’d always extinguish the campfires. After I knew that factoid, I was even more impressed with his scout badge.</p>
<p>Sadly, could never witness this firsthand, since we haven’t camped during our marriage. Just lots of fireplaces. Ah, all those missed opportunities!</p>
<p>I can’t wait for sluggbugg’s stupid pet stories… :)</p>
<p>We had a Great Dane when I was a kid. His favorite trick was loping down to the bus stop and approaching random kids. He’d walk up to them and just place a paw on their shoulder and they’d drop their lunch bag in fear. Then he’d pick up the lunch bag and hightail it home. We finally figured it out much later, after months of finding tiny bits of tinfoil and waxed paper all over the garden…</p>
<p>We also had a cat-in-dryer event, but it involved my brother and was deliberate.</p>
<p>^^^^ HAHAHAHA LOL SBmom! Great story!! I grew up with a rather rare breed of dog (smart as a whip but very strong willed and independent-minded). One used to answer the telephone and ring the doorbell. No joke. We had 2 phone lines- if one was busy the other would ring. For the longest time the phone would ring a few times, then stop. Then the calls would come in on the second (unpublished) line. We’d notice that the receiver onthe phone in the den would sometimes be slightly off the hook, so didnt think that much about it. Finally we got smart-- called line 1 from line 2. And sure enough, the dog would scurry into the den, jump on the couch, push the receiver off the hook with her nose, and scamper off! She was also the one who would jump up and ring the back doorbell when she wanted to come in from the yard. The other dogs weren’t quite as clever, thought he did know how to open the cabinet under the sink and hit the button to open the trashcan (which was attached to the side of the cabinet door). We finally had to put hookd on the doors to the kitchen to keep her out of the trash. First tried putting a hook on the cabinet door. She figured that one out too.</p>
<p>We were the first family to move into a new house in our small development; the other homes were still under construction. One beautiful spring morning my husband and I were spreading topsoil in our front yard while our dog tried to assist us. We heard bloodcurdling scream coming out of the garage of the house next door (still under construction), and at the same moment we realized that we have not seen our dog for a few moments! Panicked, we ran towards the house and saw the following cartoon-like scene: our dog flying like an arrow out of the garage, ziplock baggie in his mouth, spewing a trail of fish crackers, and a young painters’ apprentice running after the dog. “My lunch! Oh my god, my lunch!” Turns out, the dog sneaked into the open garage, found the kid’s lunch box and helped himself to its contents… Luckily, no one was hurt, and the kid turned out to be a dog person (like most contractors), so he was not angry and happily accepted replacement lunch things offered by us.</p>
<p>I thought the story was going to wind up that you buried your dog unintentionally.</p>
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<p>Is this from personal experience? If so, that must have been quite a conversation you had with your child. Honey, I love you very much, but theres something I need to tell you. See, you werent actually born in a hospital. It was more like … well, I dont know exactly how to put this, so Ill just come out and say it it was safe and warm, but you were born in the trunk of somebodys car. :)</p>
<p>Nope, all my kids were born in a hospital. Not even in the back seat of a taxi.</p>
<p>Loved the Great Dane shaking down kids for their lunches!</p>
<p>OH! That great dane could come and live with us anytime. Imagine if you will, Spot, the Jack Russell, and Tiny the Great Dane, snow boarding INTO small neighborhood children at the bottom of the hill. I love it!</p>
<p>My sister was born between the two doors of the hospital’s main entrance. I still remember it because I was in the car! </p>
<p>We had a pair of dobermans growing up which my little sister (see above) used to ride around like a pony. One of them ate our windowsills in the dining room. I have often wondered if all that old paint was lead based…</p>
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<p>:D It almost ended that way! However, it would have been “intentionally”! I had to rescue the pooch from H’s wrath.</p>
<p>OK, I now have a whole house full of family members who are throwing up. I hate sickness. How do you other moms (and dads) cope when EVERYONE is sick? We even have D’s friend here for the long weekend and she is sick too. Assuming some sort of flu thing - sore throats, fevers, pukies, “my hair hurts.” sigh…</p>
<p>I remember when I had 4 kids under 5 (3 under 2) and was pregnant, and my DH was in Japan. We all got sick on a Saturday and I kept wondering when my mother was going to take care of us all. Guess what? When I called her to tell her we were all sick, she said NO WAY - she’s not driving through three states and two major cities so she can throw up too. </p>
<p>Anyway, here’s a glass of ginger ale from the sicko-fencers.</p>
<p>Oh, poor fencers-family! Feel better soon.</p>
<p>fencersmother
Just adding a word of sympathy to your situation. hope all improves rapidly</p>