Making a quiet (hopefully) entrance!

[KnightOwl]

Thanks for the greetings. I'm running late. Came in to check the weather, found the browser STILL on (the PC stays on 24/7) and PT percolating along. Left in such a hurry I didn't do what I was supposed to do.

Time to slow down and scritch the kitties I'm thinking.

Just a few more things to go and places to do, then I can settle down. I'm looking forward to browsing the place in more detail. Right now, though, I'll say what I usually say when I've not planned what to say .....

Later .....

[lvpets2002]

Welcome To Pet Talk KnightOwl & Family.. I just love the babies pictures & website.. The website is very nice.. I hope you all will enjoy us here at PT..

[KnightOwl]

Thanks for the welcome lvpets.

Looks like I'm going to be here for a while. This old Duffer done forgot whut he wuz headed out to do. I opened the back door and almost passed out from the slap of the heat and humidity. Surprised me actually, since the temps are only expected to be in the MID 90sF. Humidity is less than 50% as well.

It took a while but I figured it out. Checked the thermometer in here and it's in the low 70s. Gotta reset the ACs.

Anyway, here I am, stranded in front of this stupid monitor talking to a complete new world of people. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm liking what I read and see very much. I'm used to a set of forums homed on a place called Worldcrossing. We have our own pair of forums, and are members of a dozen or so others. Choices there are over 4,000 strong, although a good many are locked up tight and are marked Private. That bit is just to keep the A$%holes and Gremlins out where we can do the personal pictures and stories.

Anyway, since I'm here, here's a shot of Miki playing on the overhead kitty rail, just above the computer console which is in the center of the room.


Basement Cat goes airborne
Mischief is the reason
Evil is the motivation
Call his name, though, and I get an arm full
of spoiled snorgling furrbutt.
I feel loved.

Later .....

[KnightOwl]

A NOTE here:

Hope no one objects to the continual 'bumping' (as you folks say here) of this thread. I, myself, hate to have to remember all the dozens of threads a person could open should s/he be long winded and partial to rattling off in twenty dozen directions. I've tried it on a few pet forums/msg boards on the international circuit and I get just flat danged LOST.

So, unless I get my hand slapped, I be here for the personal blather.

[Barbara]

I think we are encouraged here to rather stick with one thread than opening a new one all the time
Welcome
We hope to get the full story of all the mouskateers.

[Sonia59]

Hi Miki! What a lovebug you seem to be

I, too, prefer having less new threads. Compared to other (very few) French forums I follow, the number of new threads is amazing but they are also quickly given up for a new one of the same member, most of the time.

[KnightOwl]

Thanks Barbara and Sonia. I like the one thread myself. Too old for that ratting around all over the place.

So, I have the time, the pictures, the stories, and seems now, I have the audience. We move on.

Next little guy is the second in line to the title of King Kitty, head of the Clowder, #1 fuzzbutt here at Five Oaks. He was found at the same Flea Market, in the same homemade wooden cage/crate that Buddy Bear was. He was with one other little guy, a little tabby. Miss Lisa went strait for the little yellow fellow, so I, being skeptical of adding yet another mouth to feed, said nothing. Of course the lady didn't have to say much to get the nod of agreement to her question "Can we take her home?"

Her turned into him when the vet did the once-over the next Monday. Whatever Tegar was welcomed into the House of York with no complaints, except for maybe a couple three tentative hisses and half-hearted swats, which turned into major all-over baths and cuddles. For a while there Lisa had to fight to get her new baby in her arms for cuddling.

Miki had taken over the job of raising the little one.


He's 6 years old. His name is Tegar, pronounced 'T Gar'
(no specific reason for the odd name
other than the fact that we liked the sound of it)
He is a fluff-ball snuggle-puss ladies' kitty
and can put his Small One on cloud 9 in the blink of an eye.
He's a bit skeptical of curling to me,
but my lap is fair game any time
I hit a chair or the futon.
He's the cat I never wanted but now
can't live without.
I never liked yellow cats.

Just a note here: I've lost track of a bunch of my pictures. They are somewhere on the WWW on one of the hidden storage pages of Buddy Bear's Cats' World Web Site or perhaps on one of the photobucket.com photo albums. Never fear, I'll find them, and too, when I have the current folders of recent pix tweaked and uploaded we'll have a whole mess of yellow kitty pix to peruse. Well, actually, a whole mess of pix of all 6 of the Mouskateers of Five Oaks Manor!

Till later .....

"A cat is a very special friend who comes into your life. When it comes it brings warmth, companionship, contentment and love. Whether it's long-haired, short-haired, pedigreed or "heinz" makes no difference." ~Sharon Lundblad~