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Why Hayley? Are you "Feline not well.pmsl.**M**

No, its not Mau...she is far too nice and much too busy to be trailing round after you picking up bits and stuff and keeping you out ofg trouble...*glares........tsk tsk.

Anyway am off to pack. Be a good gurrl please, take care of Daffy and TW and I will bring you back a nice pressie:-))

mwahhhhh BCXXX

Mau ?.......** jumps about yeyyyhayyyy ** I'll get away with murder...tee hee

**taps side of nose with freshly painted red nail.....wait and see my dear:-) I have warn...er I mean advised them of your foibles and suchlike and you will find they are very sympathetic and mature. A bit like myself really...*hint hint

** taps nails on desk **

** gets excited **

Who who who who who who who..

No not Muffy this time...*smiles mysteriously.......someone entirely different...your flabber will be gasted I am sure:-)))

You will have to speak up dear I have cotton wool in my ears I have never heard such swears in all my life so I havent...lol Awwwwww Poppet who is going to look after me? Have you sorted it...** looks around hopefully **

I AM NOT staying with Muffy NEVER again...

A drink? Well of course that's it:-) Have to do my packing as I am going away tomorrow, as you know...

and Tevez SCORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A drink? To make a call.....to call Sir Alex and tell him to get a grip on his team FFS..

My cat was 22 when she' 'left the party'and definitely went senile. She used to sit and stare intently at the wall for hours on end as if she was in another universe!, it really spooked me Mind you I feel a bit like that at the mo...I came up here for something and cant remember what it was...*stares i.....

Sadly yes they do-Mine died this yar-age about 12-he got more and more silly and used to walk around and around in circles-he just wouldn't settle anywhere-he seemed to forget how to eat-and when he had he would ask again and again for more-and then not eat it. They go a bit like a human with dementia really. he also got very bad tempered which he hadn't before and would only use his litter tray-he wouldn't do any toilet outside-if he went out he seemed to forget why and come back in the other door-then go back to the other door to ask to go out again!

he got to the point he missed the tray all the time and spent most of his time trying to crawl behind the washing machine,in cupboards etc.

The vet told us it was a natural instinct to find somewher 'safe' to go and die-where he wouldn't be attacked. HOWEVER the other cause can also be an ear infection which can make them very disorientated and do the circling/hiding thing-try getting ears checked-good luck x

My friend has always said her mother loves her cats more than her grandchildren. A couple of years ago her mother had gone to visit her bother somewhere and my friend was looking after her beloved queen. The cat got out in the front garden she never normally went out, and next door reversed over her. My friend took the cat to the vet and the vet did all he could, and after a few days told my friend she could take the cat home but he didn’t hold out much hope for it and give her plenty of TLC (this was after my friend refused to have her put down till her own mother came home). She did so pamper the cat as much as she could the cat lay on a heated pad whilst my friend danced attendance on her. She got up one morning and sadly the cat had passed away, she rang her mother who was distraught and asked my friend to place her gently and nicely in a box as the mother was returning home the next day and take it to the vets to be cremated. My friend feeling really guilty promised. However they she come to put her in the box, rigamortius had set in and it wouldn’t fit, so my friend put on the heated pad and place the cat back on it till it did fit.

Once upon a time, there was a cat who died. When she got to heaven, God asked her how she liked being on earth. She told the Lord that it was awful, she had to sleep in cold back alleys where there was no food and life was hard. God told her that he was sorry it had had turned out that way but here, in heaven, she would be happy and He would give her the most comfortable, warm pillow to sleep on. The cat laid down upon the pillow and was happy.

A few days later, about a dozen mice that came to heaven together and God asked them how they had liked earth. Earth was no better for them than it was the cat.

They explained to God that it was tough and exhausting and their feet were worn out from always running from cats and dogs and people. God felt bad for the mice and decided to give them rollerskates.

One day God sees the cat again and asked her how she was liking heaven. She explained that it was absolutely wonderful. The pillow he gave her was the most comfortable place that she had ever slept on, but even better than the pillow were the meals on wheels.

you've got a designer cat hayley??????

pmsl......GG

My friend at work told me this about her Mother who breds cat the same make as mine.....one mo..

THATS THE ONE GRANNY LOL
oops sorry i shouted

A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.

The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too."

The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a black Labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too."

The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650." "$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man.... "Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."

well in our house its the cat waking up and down your body

Hi Hayley

Have been scrolling back, Joy could be right. My tomcat who passed on last year had a thyroid problem, tis easily rectified with special tablets and food from the vet.

One of my cats passed on aged 19.

Not sure if they get senile, 10 is a young age ... might be worth asking the Vet, I would. Bless her, she sounds lovely. xxx