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No personal affront intended: ClassyGreenEyedBlonde was a notorious FReeper of old who really *was* a LARP of sorts...

I'm married to a classy *blue* eyed blonde, btw.

And, I love(d) cats. I just had to have my cat put to sleep yesterday: she had been with the family more than 17 years. (I posted about some of her adventures when we visited Alaska more than 10 years ago.)

Hint: yes, she was grey, and had whiskers.

2nd Hint: Why is this relevant? We had her cremated, so presumably she is still grey. And powdery.

So sad and sorry for Grey and kitty. Today will be a better day. We will all triumph today in the battle we face! When time permits I will love going back and reading of your Alaska adventures. Blessings and prayers to Grey and his b-e-b. You just triggered something in my brain with the cremated thing. I thought about a light going out and as my mind is always on Q I remembered what it was so I went and dragged in it for you. While Q digging I came across this about the CIA and cryptology.

It's right out front of their building. Weird huh? But the most weird part for me was the decodes and the coincidental references to things "Q" (misspellings are important, q references, coordinates, magnetic fields, Egyptian tomb-stone, WW, darkness to light etc.,)part 1. Between subtle shading and the absence of light lies the nuance of iqlusion and part 3. "Slowly, desparatly slowly, the remains of passage debris that encumbered the lower part of the doorway was removed. With trembling hands I made a tiny breach...And then, widening the hole a little, I inserted the candle and peered in. The hot air escaping from the chamber caused the flame to flicker, but presently details of the room within emerged from the mist. x Can you see anything? q" (Howard Carter's account of finding King Tut's tomb.) Comments and thoughts from thread freeqs are welcome. This rabbit hole has been making this cat's brain itch.

GW, condolences on your cat.

We have a grey kitty here too. We’re in the country and somebody had to have dumped her off on the gravel road. She wasn’t weaned yet, it was 27 degrees out and raining. She’s a long haired shedding beast and all that hair was matted to a body little enough to fit in one of my hands. She was staring in the front door glass at me when I came down for morning coffee.

You can figure out the rest, I warmed cream and stuck a towel in the dryer to get her fed and warm. That night hubby was not impressed, did not want a cat in the house. We have several barn cats to keep down varmints which he adores and does the feeding for. But that night, “No cats in the house.”

She was fed and warm so I tucked her into a warm spot outside where our dogs wouldn’t bother her and hoped for the best. We went to bed and hubby said, “ a cayote will probably get that kitten tonight.” I gave him “the look.” Then he said, “we don’t have a litter box or litter so it’s no use worrying about it.”

Ha! I had the old litter box from when the daughters had cats and we had plain litter for oil spills in the garage. When I pointed this out hubby said, “well, if she’s still alive in the morning you can fix it up for her in the guest bathroom.” Before he came down for his first cup of coffee she was all fixed up and inside. After all that lobbying to get her inside, she chose him. She sits beside him all day when he works at home. If he goes to a job site she’s waiting for him at the front door when she hears his truck.

Someday I fear we will be sitting right in the shoes you are in now. My old grey whiskered hubby will be heartbroken for quite awhile. She’s been with us 9 years and I often tease him that she became his favorite pussy in the house.

God bless you and the rest of your household who loved that cat.

Hint: yes, she was grey, and had whiskers.
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I’m so sorry for your loss, grey whiskers. That is so very hard.

Our animals can slip into our hearts so quietly and then when they leave, they take huge pieces of our hearts with them.

But we don’t mind after a time - it means a part of us is with them.